[Valentine's Day Event] L is for the way you look at me

[prof_pangea]

Who: Everyone
Where: University Dining Hall
When: 9 PM - Midnight
What: Valentine's Day Dance
Can other people participate? Of course!
Summary: Enjoy a special night out with your sweetie or come stag and possibly meet someone special.

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Violet eyes stared at the table, dully, something telling him to grab something. Free food was a very good excuse to show up; free food did not always taste that great unless you were being treated to somewhere you actually liked. Or that was quite possibly the young Icelander’s case, seeing that someone had to hate him and make him dislike most food that was thrust into his face. Especially when saltlakkrís was not even an issue to eat…

Eyvindur’s thoughts were interrupted, feeling something gently hitting him on the shoulder. Without even having to turn around, he was fairly annoyed. That was possibly one of the things that bugged him the most and someone was bright enough to have done it. At least he did not have any food in his hands or something inconsiderate would have went on with it. He was able to restrain himself from a natural swing of the arm, turning around with a bit of a frown. The frown faded away, leaving Eyvindur’s face quite blank. The person who he was looking for just poked his shoulder-- he had to be tired of living.

But, seriously, that search was not even a search and nor did it take long. Hell, it was that someone who managed to find him next to the damn food. Gah, he had to look like a freeloader as of now. Now he felt like a mess as well; jeans and sneakers…something he usually did not wear. So he was now a freeloader and a very unimpressive person.

The someone he was looking for was not a future soul mate, but a mere schoolmate. Mere was being overly used in his mind, but it all seemed proper. With turning around completely, he felt his waist bump against the table with his eyes running up and down. This person did not look as different as he was silly enough to imagine, but he supposed that was a relief. Now his memory was refreshed and the shape of the young man was actually more defined.

“…Yes?”

Stupid.

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Of all people, he would be the last to think he, himself, would actually show up. It was a sickening thought, really, but he got what he wanted. Or, he thought it was what he wanted. By this point, he was not quite completely sure and something was telling him to escape. His body tensed off and the Icelander turned his head to the side to blankly stare off at the floor.

Of course he knew who the bloody hell who ‘Haakon’ was. It would be a shame if he did not know. And if it was not the particular blond in the first place, he would have probably ended up doing something that was not needed. To make things work his mental gears even more, there was a realisation that Haakon Willoch did not seem all too thrilled.

Would Haakon being ‘thrilled’ make Eyvindur feel any better? Probably not…there were times in the past when the former friend would act kind of odd. Odd was not the best word, but he did not want to admit to himself what the other did was something he was fully aware of. It was just shameful, right?

“I know who you are.” he mumbled.

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“Nn, I came looking for someone,” Eyvindur replied, tonelessly.

His brain was not working fast enough to get himself to shut up; what he just said had to give off the wrong impression. Nothing was going to make that statement going away and he would really have to deal with it. The Icelander did not find himself acting the way he wanted to. He was already sucking at conversation with someone who he had…spent some…time…with. Yeah.

“And I am fine.”

That was not the greatest thing to let slide from his mouth, either. It was a lie, for the most part, but the truth was he was not doing terrible. If anything, he felt somewhat sick to his stomach. All this short dialogue wanted to get him to puke and he did not even eat any of the food yet. Yet he figured he could only keep flapping his jaw in order not to look offensive.

“What about you?”

e___e

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"Oh, I see..."

His face began to grow hot, trying to prevent himself from touching his cheeks with his hands in means to cool himself. Though he probably would have looked rather stupid and that was not what he was aiming for. The heat only rose, head snapping back into a straightforward position. Eyvindur just did something bad.

While he was quiet, something heavy was threatening to drag him down to the floor from his chest to his stomach. Haakon-- he was walking away. His head certainly got heavy, mouth going dry. The only thing going through his mind was a repeat of ‘dammit.’ Why was he so stupid? Why, why…Haakon was really going.

“Wait--! Ha…”

Now a hand was brought up to his face, covering the dark eyes. ‘See you around campus’ was just… No. Even if things did not make complete sense, he was not going to let it go like usual. Classmate or friend or whatever Haakon was called, Eyvindur began to push himself through the crowd in means to find him again.

"H-Haakon!"

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He had been waiting, but he should have gone ahead and taken the lead, himself. And now here he was, the Icelander trying to waddle through the crowd rather hopelessly. But a blank expression was upheld, trying to keep himself looking cool. Letting snot run down his upper lip would be such a childish thing to do out in public, not to mention the thought of tears. Not like he really actually felt like he was about to cry.

Haakon seemed a little far off, Eyvindur not choosing to say a word, either. He only made a bit of a gesture, reaching out his hand as though offering it to an invisible person. The arm was only brought back in a move meant to motion over the Norwegian.