EXCUSE ME. YOU LOOK KIND OF FAMILIAR.

[notaustralian]

Who: Rory and Roderich.
Where: Liberty University.
When: September 28th, Tuesday. Afternoon.
What: After a town hall question in Liberty University, Roderich meets a certain professor of engineering - a certain professor that he thought for years was a man.

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[queenlymacbeth]

Rory wished she had been warned that there was a debate relating to the mayoral elections today within the university's campus. It was rather hard to teach when part of of your student body decided it was better to heckle the, potentially, new mayor. Never mind the posters she had seen, boy had Roderich...

Shaking the train of thought out of her head, she gave her two fishes the feed for the day before following the handful of students that had decided to show up. Lunch break and no class immediately afterwards. Maybe she should head over to Celeste Baker and hide at home for the hour or so she'd have to h-

"Could you possibly point me to the direction of Lot 22?"

She could of laugh, really she could of. "I really hope you'll have a guide if you become mayor. Wouldn't be good if you got lost on the way to ceremonies." She said,. slowly turning round to race Roderich. Yeap, he still had that accent and lack of sense of direction that had made him so damn adorable all those years ago. Though, to be perfectly honest, adorable would of been the word she'd use to describe him now. But that had been true since she had seen the posters.

For a brief moment her check blushed at the thoughts running through her head (the hand that tried to covered her face failing to hide it) before she gave him that sly smile she used to show whenever he got lost in Glasgow. "Been a while, eh Rode'ich?"

[notaustralian]

Roderich really wished Alfred was here at the moment so he could have someone to shield his face boiling red with embarrassment. He had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do. Ever since he discovered that the boy he had a crush on back in Glasgow turned out to be a woman, his mental well-being had been on the edge.

It did not help that Macbeth… or Rory looked exactly like he remembered him. Her. She still had that haughty and confident smirk on her lips that Roderich failed to kiss years ago. Surely, the Scottish professor dressed more feminine now, but with the short hair, she really didn’t change much. It was, exactly, how Roderich remembered his summer love.

“Yes,” was all he managed to say, feeling suddenly like that teen lost in Glasgow again.

He shuffled his feet, as if that would help the situation. It didn’t. In the end, he resorted to using small talks to pass the awkwardness.

“I see you are a professor now, I trust you have been well all these years then… It’s… It’s wonderful to see you again, Ma---Rory.” He let out what sounded like a frog dying. “How amusing it is that we would run into each other again thanks to me losing my way.”

[queenlymacbeth]

Well, at least Roderich seemed to be just as or even more embarrassed about it all than her. Ruffling her hair up slightly she couldn't help but smile at the way he shuffled, it was like she was back on Buchanan Street with him being all flustered about getting directions to wherever he was suppose to be going this time.

"If it would be easier for you call me Macbeth then you can," She said, tilting her head as she noted the way he stumble over the new name...for him anyway. Geez, she never thought how awkward it would for anyone who hadn't know her before the cross-dressing. But she hadn't really expected to be reunited with any of them. "Yeah, wasn't my original plan but the architect thing didnae work out, probably better this way anyway."

When he brought up his lack of sense of directions, she couldn't help but laugh. "I suppose it's only fair since that was how we even meet in the first place." The smile shrank a bit as she gave him a proper looking over. "But look at you, Rode'ich. Running for mayor, what brought that about?" She had to admit she was curious, ever since she saw those posters and realized that he was actually running for the position. "What happened to being a pianist?"

[notaustralian]

If only Roderich could stop himself from shuffling left and right like a fool. He could barely keep his eyes on Rory without feeling his cheeks flushing to the brightest shade of red. He'd admit it; there was a look about the Scots that made his heart leap out of its cage years ago. That same intensity was making the Austrian revert back to when he was still an innocent teen who didn't know better.

"Ah, no, Rory is the name you prefer, it's only reasonable for me to refer to you as such," he answered, still shuffling restlessly. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that... I... You would have been an excellent architect... I remember seeing sketches of your design..."

He stopped himself short, fearing that he would bring up a sore point. Then Rory mentioned his own failed career, and Roderich couldn't help but let out a soft sigh that was both sorrowful and self-deprecating. "I suppose I didn't have the talent to fulfill my dream. It... it's not too bad. Perhaps... being the mayor will help with the situation." It was a lie, but Rory didn't have to know that.

He checked his watch quickly and looked back at Rory.

"So, um, direction, if you don't mind?"

[queenlymacbeth]

Rory just gave him an awkward smile, it sounded so weird to hear Roderich call her by her actual name. She blushed slightly as he praised the work that he had seen, "I managed to leave my mark here before I quit though. The bridge they're building? My design." She said, laughing and rubbing the back of her neck, "Should be finished by the beginning of next year."

She frowned as Roderich dismissed himself, "Maybe you were looking in the wrong places with the pianist though maybe you can use it when you become mayor, teach some kiddies to give them another option in life or something." She waffled, though the thought behind it was genuine. He definitely had the talent just, perhaps, the wrong outlet to make any use out of it.

"Lot 22 was it?" she said placing her hands on Roderich's shoulders and pushing gently in the right direction like she would when they were younger, "Probably better if I show you then give you instructions, right?" She shook her head, it was just one of those things she doubted would ever change about the Austrian.