Modern day monster AU

[kanilla_maxwell]

Modern day monster AU

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[kanilla_maxwell]

Mathieu forgot to mind the time while he played. Not that it mattered, really, when the most pressing matter at hand was to change the sheets on his bed and unpack the bag on the floor, which, if he was to be honest with himself, was something he would gradually do over the next week. He might have played for thirty minutes or three hours by the time he rose from the chair and carefully tucked away his cello into the case for a break, he couldn’t say

[antonnachzehrer]

The music continued throughout the afternoon, coming and going in sporadic intervals. Ibelin looked out the window several times, but the street remained empty, and he came to the conclusion that the music must have been emanating from somewhere inside the apartment building. One of his neighbors must have been a musician, and a very good one at that. Ibelin sat down at his old clunky piano, wondering if he would ever he as good

[kanilla_maxwell]

It was the sound of the piano that made Mathieu pause. He had heard the music filtering through from somewhere else in the building while he played, but he hadn’t given it enough thought to actually notice until he stopped to switch to another set of music sheets

[antonnachzehrer]

Cloudy skies and rain persisted through the night, and Ibelin struggled to leave the warm comfort of his bed. He'd stayed up late into the night playing, and between the cold weather and his still tired body, the morning did not prove to encouraging. His breakfast was wolfed down, he burned his tongue on his coffee, and by the time he'd crossed campus and made it to the chemistry hall, his canvas shoes were soaked through and Ibelin was sure his feet would freeze off by the end of the lecture.

{That sounds good! Only I think it should be a girl, because Ibelin feels a little less intimidated by girls :) I don't think a girl should like one of them, but maybe a boy? And it would probably be Mattie because Ibelin gives off very distinctive 'don't fucking touch me' vibes ehuehue.}

[kanilla_maxwell]

Chemistry hall during the first lecture of the day tended to be filled to the brim. The faculty had failed to provide the professor with a hall quite big enough to accomodate all of her students, which led to quite a bit of elbow rubbing during class and a complete ban on coffee in any form, lest it got spilled all over someone's documents. Despite the lack of seats by the start of the lecture, a certain someone always managed to single Ibelin out of the crowd and slip in next to him.

Andrea slunk into the seat next to Ibelin, pushed back the hood of her coat and slicked her soaked fringe back from her forehead. She looked every bit as cold and wet as Ibelin. She leaned in closer to Ibelin to peek at his notebook, sank back in her seat and pulled a thick notebook of her own out of her bag.

"Morning," she whispered to him. "Did you finish our assignment for Wednesday yet?"

(So late @_@ But at least I'm all settled in now)

[antonnachzehrer]

"No. I was going to work on it tonight," Ibelin answered, frowning. It always seemed strange to him that despite the size of the class and the numerous other, more interesting people she could associate with, Andrea often made a point to seek him out. It couldn't be because she hoped to copy off his work; Ibelin worked hard and achieved high grades, but he couldn't possibly be the smartest person here. And he wasn't blind; Ibelin was well aware of how hopeless and rusty his social skills were. So why Andrea seemed insistent on trying to be his friend was, to put it mildly, baffling.

{I'm so sorry I've been slacking on our boys, love! It's just been a super hectic month @_@}

[kanilla_maxwell]

“Good.” Andrea fished a ballpoint pen out from a chest pocket on her shirt and scribbled an unintelligible note in her book. “So,” she continued, unaware of Ibelin’s confusion, as always, “that means we can work on it together.”

She shot him an expectant look.

(No worries~ How's the search for a job going?)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin fidgeted, uncomfortable under her gaze. "Now?" he said. "There's a lecture. I have to take notes."

{Pretty good! I have an interview today and then I'm waiting to here back from some people. I'm also going to apply at a Starbucks.}

[kanilla_maxwell]

Andrea rolled her eyes. “Of course not, dork. I meant later,” she whispered, leaning in a little closer. “Like, this afternoon. I’ll buy you dinner of your choice.”

(Awesome! :D Do tell how it goes! I'm looking for a job too, but I'm mostly limited to those that don't require experience since I can't write Swedish.)

[antonnachzehrer]

Ibelin coughed. "Uh, sure. I guess," he said, feeling his cheeks warm. He didn't understand why Andrea always wanted to spend time with him. Nobody ever wanted to spend time with Ibelin.

[kanilla_maxwell]

Andrea settled for that answer and propped her chin up with a hand, turning her attention to the professor speaking at the front of the room

[antonnachzehrer]

"Why do you always have to take up the whole table with your stuff?" Ibelin asks when he approaches the table. "We're not even doing English lit homework, why do you have your books out?"

It's not, perhaps, the nicest way to greet someone, but Ibelin never pretends to be anything but blunt and unfriendly.

{Yeah, that sounds good! Or maybe a coffee shop? Most students in the US live inside Starbucks XD}