Lost and found

[caraml]

Who: Yu and Lars
Where: Room 202, Franz Joseph I building.
When: Mid to Late morning.
What: Getting to know each other. Sort of.
Can other people participate? Ask first?
Summary: Yu finds some of his mysteriously missing papers in an interesting place.

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[koffie_tijd]

(Dude I'm so sorry. I totally relied on a notification and I didn't check >< FAIL)

Even before Lars had turned the handle, he knew that the person behind the door was not pleased, at all. He refused to give even a single glance to the other side of the room as he scurried over towards his bed, unzipping his hoodie and folding it neatly to the side. He placed his book on the side table, making sure that it was perfectly aligned with the others and sighed. He really hoped those papers that he chucked yesterday into the recycling bin was not all that important.

Lars turned his head to face his roomate's solemn face, anger clearly radiating from those monochromatic eyes. He raised an eyebrow at him then turned his head back to face the wall while kicking off his wet jeans and pulling a fresher one from the closet nearby, tugging it to his hips. He wasn't used to people blankly staring at him without looking away, as many found him intimidating. It bothered and intrigued him at the same time. Lars walked over to the other side, cautiously stopping at the edge Yu's bed, head dangled to one side.

"So, what's bothering you?"

Don't worry about it. S'fine. ^^

[caraml]

It was plain that something had unnerved Lars when he came scurrying into the room, practically radiating anxiety. When he glanced over at Yu and raised an eyebrow, Yu was certain that his stare had thrown the older student off. Well, good. Lars would just have to put up with it, since Yu deserved to exact at least a little payback for having to stick his hands in a bin. His notes deserved justice! Um... Figuratively speaking, of course. He wasn't Alfred.

He was fully prepared to stare a hole into Lars's back, until his roommate decided to change his pants. Yu blinked, then turned to reshuffling his papers into some sort of order. Absently, one hand rose to press at his temples, trying to alleviate his mild headache. This was yet another con of having a roommate, contributing to a rather large list. Yu was, undeniably, rather body-shy, which hadn't been that big of an issue back home in Hong Kong. People there were more inclined to privacy, plainly unlike here.

Lars's voice brought Yu back into the present, and he turned to look up- and up, and up- at the older student. Lips tighteningly in displeasure. Yu lifted the hand holding his sheaf of papers, the writing in green ink plain. So was his name, labelled over the top of the first paper, right alongside 'Psychology Year 1'. "Recognise these?" He asked mildly, his deadpan voice barely hinting his annoyance. "These are my notes from last year."

Possibly the longest speech he had issued to Lars. Yu raised a single eyebrow in a very pointed look.

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He frowned.Oh, well damn. It was not like he regretted the fact that he had recycled a number of his papers really, but the fact that this kid had the guts to talk back to him with a straight face. Lars examined the paper that was being held out, elegant writing written in green ink. Well, at least he can say that he actually did recognize it, but he was merely confused on why it was worth keeping notes from last year anyways. Lars wondered if he was roomed with a hoarder.

"They look familiar, yes. You should know that I don't take...Clutter lightly. I should have asked first, I apologize." He averted his eyes, trying to play off the guilty look. He really didn't feel like making an enemy so early into the semester, especially if it's somebody that he would be living with.

Lars examined Yu's face again, expression indifferent. He really wasn't bad looking, he was actually quite cute, in a boyish kind of way. He wondered how he would look like happy, embarassed, or even angry. Really, really angry. Lars chuckled to himself, he was going to have fun this year.

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Yu was starting to get a crick in his neck from looking up at Lars from his position cross-legged on the bed. Even when he was standing, Lars was still a good six inches taller than him; when Yu was sitting it was even worse. He eyed the older student surreptiously, remembering how he'd heard that many people found Lars intimidating. Yu couldn't really deny that he was... It was just that Yu wasn't very easily intimidated.

"Apology accepted." he said bluntly, suppressing an eye roll as he noticed that Lars had not actually apologised for attempting to recycle the notes. Just for not asking. Well. That was fine with Yu, really. Small steps and all that. "Hn... I shouldn't have left them out. I apologise also."

He didn't know whether it was just him wanting to prove that he wasn't always so messy, but Yu slid off the bed and padded over to his bag, where he usually kept his loose papers filed. Making a mental note to file them properly later, Yu turned back to Lars, only to see a flash of what looked like amusement flit across his face. Despite curiousity having killed the cat and all, Yu raised an eyebrow at the fourth year, mutely demanding to know what was so funny.

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Lars watched Yu scamper over to his bag, a thoughtful expression written on his face. He wondered if he had somehow made the boy self conscious because of the whole recycling ordeal. He really hoped not, since it wasn't what he wanted to accomplish in the first place but somehow, he found it..Cute? He scratched his head, still smiling. It seems like he's been finding a lot of things cute recently.

His thoughts was stopped as he saw the kid turn back and face him, eyebrows raised, probably demanding why he seemed so amused. Truthfully, he didn't know what to say. It was odd but he had a knack of getting amused easily, especially about small things that people seemed to not care about. Lars wondered if he should tell the truth.

"It's nothing really. It's just that you're...How do I say this? Adorable?" He laughed lightly and sauntered over to his bed, sitting down with his back against the wall and his legs crossed, looking intently at Yu.

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Adorable? He thinks I'm... Adorable. For several moments, Yu couldn't quite decide whether to be annoyed or amused. Annoyed because 'adorable' is never an adjective that a nineteen year old male wants to hear aimed at himself. Amused because, well, 'adorable' was not something that one might expect to hear from your six foot two, twenty-something year old Dutch roommate. In the end, amusement won out, simply because annoyance took too much effort to sustain, and his lips were already twitching anyway.

"Adorable, you say?" Yu asked wryly, not quite succeeding in keeping the small, amused quirk of his lips at bay. "Why?" It was such a simple question, yet it would probably garner a most amusing answer. Hah. This was probably the best fun Yu'd had in days.

As Lars sat down on his bed, Yu returned to his as well. Resting his head against the wall, he drew one knee up to prop his elbow against as he resumed his earlier scrutiny of Lars, and his astonishingly neat side of the room. Almost absently, Yu reached for one of his ever-present books, thumbing through the pages until he'd found the place where he'd last stopped. Fingers resting on the book, Yu asked out of the blue. "Do you read?"

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He could tell that the Yu wasn't used to people calling him adorable which was a shame really. That, or he was disturbed at the fact that a guy like himself just called him adorable...Yeah, that was probably it. He couldn't blame Yu at all since not a lot of people knew that he had an affinity for.. Cute things. He debated if he should hide his secret stash of "things" better.

Lars stretched his legs out, the lower half dangling from the bed. Sometimes, he really wished he was a bit shorter. Yu was sitting on his bed now, he wondered if he should answer that question but stayed silent, not trusting the words that would come out of his mouth. Thankfully, Yu brushed it off with another question. Reading huh?

"If you count textbooks, then yes. A lot." Lars couldn't remember the last book that he read solely for enjoyment since the semester started. He has been too caught up with other things to even think about it. Great, now he getting the sudden urge to run to the library...

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It was slightly disappointing, and slightly frustrating to realise that the Lars had taken his question about Reading to mean that he did not have to answer as to why he found Yu cute. Suppressing an annoyed sigh, the younger boy lifted up the book he had been flipping through. The faintly exasperated look that he sent in Lars' direction was surely enough to communicate that no, he had not been talking about textbooks.

"Great Expectations?" He asked blandly, raising one eyebrow. "Scarlet Pimpernel? The Kip Brothers?" Maybe it was because Yu could not survive without reading a novel every now and again that he couldn't quite believe that Lars had only read textbooks in a while. He didn't really have time now, and it wasn't his only pastime, but it was a favourite one nonetheless. He'd usually find time during the week to sit and read a couple of chapters of whatever book he had chosen...

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"Nope." He crossed his legs, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Now that I think about it, it's been a while since I've finished a book that wasn't for a class. Maybe I can borrow some from your stack? That is, if you don't mind of course." Lars thought back to time where he was organizing Yu's books alphabetically- without permission. He recalled being surprised at the wide variety of books that he found, some of them he obviously could not understand because of the language difference.

"That reminds me, I hope you didn't mind me er- organizing your books. I figured you might have been weirded out by that." Lars laughed, at least he didn't color coordinate his clothes..

Merry Christmas. ;] Santa calls for Lars~

[caraml]

Yu was hard pressed not to roll his eyes at the idea of not reading a book other than for classes. Just what kind of life was he leading? Mutely, he flapped a hand to indicate his permission, before remembering to mention his rules for borrowing his precious books (behold his allowance all through high school, and a good portion of his savings). "No dog-earing, no bending the spines of paperbacks. You mess it up, you replace it." Yu fixed Lars with a slant-eyed look that held no doubt that he would enforce that rule. Hell, he had even made his own brother adhere to them.

"I don't mind. It was strange, but easy to get used to." Yu shrugged. He had noticed immediately that his books had been shifted about; despite the apparent lack of any system, he had known where each and every book had been. The sudden re-organisation had thrown him, but he had figured it out. Eventually.

Santa? Santaa!!!!

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Lars obediently listened to Yu's list of rules, noting to himself that this kid really meant serious business when it comes to his books. Well, he knew the feeling at least, with his obsessive habits and all..He was just about to doze off when he received a sharp look from the other side of the room. Yea..He was probably going to end up borrowing from the library instead.

"Anyways, do you happen to collect these?" Lars pushed himself off the bed and reached for a small box beside his table. He had found it lying near his side of the room and it obviously wasn't his so he guessed it belonged to Yu. But why did he have these in the first place? Lars walked to Yu's bed and held out the box of what he thought was full of fire crackers.

That icon is <3 And Happy New Year! ^^

[caraml]

The box was a familiar one, though to say that it was filled with firecrackers was a little bit off the mark. "I do." He said flatly, though there was a rather mischievous glint in his eyes as he took the box from Lars. Nonchalantly, he opened the box and fished around in the packed sawdust, finally coming up with a small handful of something.

"They're childrens' playthings where I come from." Briefly, Yu opened his hand to show the five small packets, none larger than a fingernail and wrapped in twists of white paper. Their shape sort of resembled that of an onion. "Pop-pop." Ridiculous name, but accurate. Not quite able to resist the temptation, Yu tossed the entire handful onto the floor where they burst on impact, emitting small, sharp 'pop's that were enough to shock the unwary.

[pop-pop's are fun to play with~ ;3 Sorry I took so long, though...]

Happy -late- new year to you too~! :D

[koffie_tijd]

Lars watched the small 'pop-pop's with interest. Where he came from, it was rare to find such things. They had fireworks, yes, but things like these were completely different. He almost had the urge to take some from Hong Kong's hands and throw them everywhere. Feeling almost childish, he crouched down to look at the firecrackers until they died and stopped. Lars wondered why Yu would have these in the first place, maybe..He collected them?

"So, Why do you have these? Do you collect them?...Wait, where do you get them anyways?!" He asked, unable to stop himself.

Latelatelate OMG -bows-

[caraml]

Ohoho... Lars had just chanced upon Yu's most amusing hobby. Slyly, a small smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, especially as he watched Lars' fascination with the little toys. Because really, compared to most of the other stuff that Yu had, they really were little more than child's play. You name it, he had it, though he hadn't been able to bring most of them to Hetalia U. Security and what not...

"Yes, I... collect them." He also used them to shock some people Arthur watch out >D. "They're from home." And that was really all that needed to be said. Firecrackers weren't uncommon in Hong Kong. If you knew where to look, you could find them in the bucketload.