It's been one week since you looked at me, cocked your head to the side and said "I'm Angry".
WHO: Sindre and Søren
WHEN: 21:00, 4 November
WHERE: Some Random Park
WHY: There's no such thing as a coincidence.
Tweaking the scarf at his neck, Sindre tried to get the thing to lie flat as he hurried down the street back to his apartment. He had stayed late finishing grading papers for Professor Montour; it hadn't been required of him, and he had worked well past the stack he needed to get through by tomorrow, but...he needed the distraction.
Lost in thought, he missed the sound of a teenager running full tilt up from behind. The kid slammed into him, causing him to stumble into a person who had just turned on to the block. Sindre lifted his head to yell after the kid, but he was already gone from sight. Turning to apologize, he froze.
Of course it would be Søren. It's not like there was anyone else in this damn city to run into.
Sometimes it seemed like Liberty's lifeblood was unfortunate chance meetings.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he automatically started examining Søren, eyes drawn to every visible bruise, the one still-healing cut in sight, scrutinizing them before dismissing them as non-threatening. Jerking his gaze down momentarily once he realized what he was doing, Sindre hesitated a moment before meeting Søren's eyes. "Hei."
WHEN: 21:00, 4 November
WHERE: Some Random Park
WHY: There's no such thing as a coincidence.
Tweaking the scarf at his neck, Sindre tried to get the thing to lie flat as he hurried down the street back to his apartment. He had stayed late finishing grading papers for Professor Montour; it hadn't been required of him, and he had worked well past the stack he needed to get through by tomorrow, but...he needed the distraction.
Lost in thought, he missed the sound of a teenager running full tilt up from behind. The kid slammed into him, causing him to stumble into a person who had just turned on to the block. Sindre lifted his head to yell after the kid, but he was already gone from sight. Turning to apologize, he froze.
Of course it would be Søren. It's not like there was anyone else in this damn city to run into.
Sometimes it seemed like Liberty's lifeblood was unfortunate chance meetings.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he automatically started examining Søren, eyes drawn to every visible bruise, the one still-healing cut in sight, scrutinizing them before dismissing them as non-threatening. Jerking his gaze down momentarily once he realized what he was doing, Sindre hesitated a moment before meeting Søren's eyes. "Hei."