Who: Willem and Roy When: Monday, February 07 Where: The Engineering Department of Liberty University What: All Willem needs is a piece of paper signed by the head of the language department.
Rory cringed as she walked through the Engineering Department, stiffening muscles protesting at any movement. Why had she allowed herself to be dragged off by Veronika for a 'quickie'? 'Because you crave any attention she gives you.' her mind replied as if huffing with her, Rory couldn't help but roll her eyes. Her students were probably none the wiser, most wouldn't even enter the department that Veronika taught in and, somehow, she didn't imagine students from the two departments mingling together that often
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Willem was pushed back a few steps by the force at which he collided with the other person. He turned to apologize, to help the other person up, and stopped in mid stride.
He’d been told by various people that Liberty had an odd habit of bringing you together with the people you never thought you’d see again, and here was proof of that before him. He had always been partial to red heads, and while this one wasn’t his usual type she had impressed him with her intelligence when they’d met and with her skills once he got her to his bed.
What she was doing here in Liberty, when he swore he remembered her as being Scottish, he couldn’t fathom. So instead of an apology, what came of his mouth instead was....
Pants? She didn't remember taking his...ah! "It was warmer than my skirt...which I left at yours if I recall correctly." She said in a low voice, eyes darting at any engineering student that may be in the area, silently warning them to leave her alone. "So you really can't complain about that little detail."
Brushing invisible dust off her trousers, she finally looked the Dutch in the eye. "So, what brought you to Liberty? I'm presuming it wasn't just so you could run me over." She couldn't help the smirk, flicking a bit of her fringe out of her eyes.
It was comfortable being around the guy (Willy? She was sure she called him that at least once) though Rory couldn't explain why. Maybe just for the daft reason that he wasn't Francis. Personalities were more than 180 different, that was for sure. A lot more relaxed relationship...as long as certain substances didn't get involved.
“I’m sure,” he said, smirking. “Don’t worry, I don’t want them back.”
He honestly had no idea what had happened to her skirt, which was a shame considering how much time he’d spent watching the pleated tartan swish around her knees that night.
“And sorry about that,” he gestured between them, indicating his knocking her down. “I’m looking for Dr. Wernicke’s office, which is apparently here for the week.”
He held up the folded paper he was to have signed. “I’m here taking classes.”
"Well that's good." She replied, glancing at her trousers she had on before looking up at Willem, smirking. She was pretty sure they were the ones if not bloody similar.
"It's okay and...Wernicke?" She repeated, tilting her head slightly in confusion, "Ah! You mean the grumpy German bastard currently residing here." It was probably rude of her to refer to a fellow lecturer in such a tone but...how on earth can a guy be so annoying and he hasn't even been here and entire day?!
Gesturing for the Dutchman to follow her, Rory sighed. "I think you're actually the first student to bother coming down here, Wullie. Is he that unpopular?" She asked, not really noticing she used the nickname she had given him after giving up on trying to pronounce his name once she had a few in her. "Oh? What are you studying?"
"International Law. And I have no idea, considering I've never met the man. But if he's anything like my current German professor, I can see why nobody likes him."
He wondered briefly why she was here. He remembered that she was older then him by a few years, and that she had a job doing something with buildings. Instead of asking, however, he instead smiled at a nickname he hadn't heard in years.
"I looked that up after you left," he told her conversationally. "I was amused by the comparison."
She chuckled darkly, "Oh? A department full of whinny fuckers is it?"
She stopped in her step, turning round to face him at that comment. "Actually," she began, fingers flicking at a few of his stray spikes. "Wullie is the name of a very beloved comic character where I'm from, you even share the same hair style, that's why it stuck. ...Now Willie on the other hand, he lives down there." She gestured down at his crotch, smirking before turning round once more and continuing on her way.
"Hurry up, I don't know how much longer he'll be here for today."
He stood for a second, eyebrows raised. And then he chuckled, shoulders shaking as he followed her.
This was why he'd enjoyed her company so much.
"My professor heard me the first day and decided I was German and trying to get an easy A in his class. I had to show him my passport and driver's license before he'd believe me. We're not each others' favorites and make no effort to hide it."
He waved the piece of paper.
"I'd like to quit his class, but I need it to graduate. So now I have to get the department head to sign off on that or they'll put me back in the lower levels studying what I already know."
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He’d been told by various people that Liberty had an odd habit of bringing you together with the people you never thought you’d see again, and here was proof of that before him. He had always been partial to red heads, and while this one wasn’t his usual type she had impressed him with her intelligence when they’d met and with her skills once he got her to his bed.
What she was doing here in Liberty, when he swore he remembered her as being Scottish, he couldn’t fathom. So instead of an apology, what came of his mouth instead was....
“You walked off with a pair of my pants.”
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Brushing invisible dust off her trousers, she finally looked the Dutch in the eye. "So, what brought you to Liberty? I'm presuming it wasn't just so you could run me over." She couldn't help the smirk, flicking a bit of her fringe out of her eyes.
It was comfortable being around the guy (Willy? She was sure she called him that at least once) though Rory couldn't explain why. Maybe just for the daft reason that he wasn't Francis. Personalities were more than 180 different, that was for sure. A lot more relaxed relationship...as long as certain substances didn't get involved.
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He honestly had no idea what had happened to her skirt, which was a shame considering how much time he’d spent watching the pleated tartan swish around her knees that night.
“And sorry about that,” he gestured between them, indicating his knocking her down. “I’m looking for Dr. Wernicke’s office, which is apparently here for the week.”
He held up the folded paper he was to have signed.
“I’m here taking classes.”
Reply
"It's okay and...Wernicke?" She repeated, tilting her head slightly in confusion, "Ah! You mean the grumpy German bastard currently residing here." It was probably rude of her to refer to a fellow lecturer in such a tone but...how on earth can a guy be so annoying and he hasn't even been here and entire day?!
Gesturing for the Dutchman to follow her, Rory sighed. "I think you're actually the first student to bother coming down here, Wullie. Is he that unpopular?" She asked, not really noticing she used the nickname she had given him after giving up on trying to pronounce his name once she had a few in her. "Oh? What are you studying?"
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He wondered briefly why she was here. He remembered that she was older then him by a few years, and that she had a job doing something with buildings. Instead of asking, however, he instead smiled at a nickname he hadn't heard in years.
"I looked that up after you left," he told her conversationally. "I was amused by the comparison."
Reply
She stopped in her step, turning round to face him at that comment. "Actually," she began, fingers flicking at a few of his stray spikes. "Wullie is the name of a very beloved comic character where I'm from, you even share the same hair style, that's why it stuck. ...Now Willie on the other hand, he lives down there." She gestured down at his crotch, smirking before turning round once more and continuing on her way.
"Hurry up, I don't know how much longer he'll be here for today."
Reply
This was why he'd enjoyed her company so much.
"My professor heard me the first day and decided I was German and trying to get an easy A in his class. I had to show him my passport and driver's license before he'd believe me. We're not each others' favorites and make no effort to hide it."
He waved the piece of paper.
"I'd like to quit his class, but I need it to graduate. So now I have to get the department head to sign off on that or they'll put me back in the lower levels studying what I already know."
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