A compelling side-story.
Who: Himawari and Shiroe.
When: August 28th, Saturday.
Where: Undisclosed bookstore selling college textbooks.
Summary: Aren't they both a bit young...? Eh, whatever. Buying books and finding chance meetings!
Warnings: Will get back on this.
He'd heard and known that universities were apparently expensive, but that didn't mean he'd exactly figured in all of the costs that-- he maybe should have. Hours were turning out to be an issue, too, colliding with the schedule Hillsdale was setting him up with; and it wasn't even as if he'd taken a lot of classes, it was just that the classes he was taking seemed to be put at the weirdest hours. Or maybe that was normal and he'd just grown so used to being able to do whatever he wanted when not working.
Whatever it was, it turned out to be a good thing he'd agreed to teach Near, split the rent of the apartment and manage that out of the blue scholarship (though if it wasn't for that in the first place, he wouldn't have thought about going at all), since he wasn't sure how he would have afforded any of the requirements otherwise.
Especially these books.
The shelves got a genuine scowl, the prices a glare; the woman managing the desk was irritated at something or other, and it wasn't helping his own agitation at all, if only adding a side of bitterness to the deal. Honestly, why they needed books, he didn't understand-- they were cumbersome with how large they were, they easily could have fit all of that information onto a computer and cut these extra expenses...
But, the still-logical side of his mind pointed out, at least he could afford these. It was a good thing he hadn't taken on too many classes, definitely.
Hopefully, it would at least all be worth it in the end. He might've still had a scowl, but it wasn't so harsh at that - reaching out to tip a few sociology textbooks back, wonder about it all in lighter terms.
When: August 28th, Saturday.
Where: Undisclosed bookstore selling college textbooks.
Summary: Aren't they both a bit young...? Eh, whatever. Buying books and finding chance meetings!
Warnings: Will get back on this.
He'd heard and known that universities were apparently expensive, but that didn't mean he'd exactly figured in all of the costs that-- he maybe should have. Hours were turning out to be an issue, too, colliding with the schedule Hillsdale was setting him up with; and it wasn't even as if he'd taken a lot of classes, it was just that the classes he was taking seemed to be put at the weirdest hours. Or maybe that was normal and he'd just grown so used to being able to do whatever he wanted when not working.
Whatever it was, it turned out to be a good thing he'd agreed to teach Near, split the rent of the apartment and manage that out of the blue scholarship (though if it wasn't for that in the first place, he wouldn't have thought about going at all), since he wasn't sure how he would have afforded any of the requirements otherwise.
Especially these books.
The shelves got a genuine scowl, the prices a glare; the woman managing the desk was irritated at something or other, and it wasn't helping his own agitation at all, if only adding a side of bitterness to the deal. Honestly, why they needed books, he didn't understand-- they were cumbersome with how large they were, they easily could have fit all of that information onto a computer and cut these extra expenses...
But, the still-logical side of his mind pointed out, at least he could afford these. It was a good thing he hadn't taken on too many classes, definitely.
Hopefully, it would at least all be worth it in the end. He might've still had a scowl, but it wasn't so harsh at that - reaching out to tip a few sociology textbooks back, wonder about it all in lighter terms.