Library Day

[oranje_windmill]

Who: Sindre and Willem
When: Thursday, November 18th, late afternoon
Where: The LU Library
What: Two of Liberty’s most stoic men share a table in the university library.

Comments

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre growled under his breath at the pile of work before him. He had been almost done grading the Ethics 101 tests when he was informed there were several problems with the answer key and he had to go back and regrade every. Single. One.

Normally this wouldn't have been too terrible. It was annoying sure, and it was made more aggravating due to the fact it was for the introductory, and therefore largest, multiple-class pool of tests to fix, but Sindre had just been a little bit on edge since...he had found himself with too much time on his hands.

A vaguely familiar voice startled Sindre out of his thoughts. Looking up, he came face to face with Søren's friend Willem. Returning his attention to the papers before him, he said absently, "Go ahead."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem set his bag down and pulled out his computer. Leaving the machine booting up he headed into the shelves and returned with several books, the contents of which he began making notes about on the computer. For a while there was only the turning of pages, the scratching of a pen, and the clicking of keys to accompany them. Eventually, Willem dropped the books off at the front desk before returning with another stack. As he set it down beside his computer, he noticed that in his absence it had begun showing pictures as his screen saver. The current one featured himself and several friends engaged in a drinking game. One of those friends was a grinning Dane with spiky hair

You know I'm tired when I slip into runs of alliterative words

[talks_to_nisse]

The sudden break in the silence severely startled Sindre, causing him to jerk hard enough to only narrowly avoid scrawling red pen clear across the paper he was grading. Not that it would have made much difference; this particular test had accumulated it's fair share of ink on its own.

After his brain kicked into gear and parsed the question, Sindre's head shot up only to drop back down a second later. He knew how guilty those actions likely made him look, but he hadn't anticipated the question. Though it likely answered where Søren had been that weekend.

Shifting uncomfortably, the urge to snap out a "None of your business" grew within him. But that was unfair as much as untrue. Though Sindre knew little of Wilm, he knew that Søren and him were indeed good friends, and if Søren did go to Wilm, then he did have the right to know. And it's not as if the other knew what he was asking.

"I...we got in a fight."

[oranje_windmill]

Willem winced when Sindre jumped. He hadn’t meant to startle the man, but questions about the events of the Friday before Halloween had been circling his head ever since Søren had shown up on his couch and refused to give him any answers. And now that he had the one other person who probably knew Søren well enough to know them, the words had tumbled out of his mouth.

And then he received an answer, although it wasn’t one he would have guessed. His eyebrows rose, and he set down the book he’d been holding.

“He got into a fight with you?”

He ran a hand through his hair, causing it to stand even more on end then it already was.

“Well that does explain a lot.”