Comments | reimsactivities: teach thee the ways. [closed]

soulburned in reimsactivities

teach thee the ways. [closed]

Jun 20, 2011 12:07

CHARACTERS: soulburned and destined_to.
LOCATION/SETTING: Library.
DATE & TIME: Post-Monday classes, June 20th.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: In which one classmate helps another with Literature homework.

( And this is what Dickens meant when he said... )

naoto fuyumine, nolan alessi

Comments 2

destined_to June 20 2011, 23:45:40 UTC

Guts wasn't scared of anything. He'd face a lot of shit in his life. On the streets or in his home, there was nothing that could tear him down no matter how life tried. Sure, he'd cried, he'd been hurt, but he was always the one who remained standing in the end.

So the fact that he had wasted five minutes circling the library door was rather disconcerting--No, it was fucking embarrassing. It was a paper. An inanimate object that couldn't fight back, and yet Guts wanted no part of it! Even if he had read the whole book, the essay was the hard part! Ugh, why the hell did it matter how you extrapolated information from a retarded book with meaning, and feelings, and symbols, bitch bitch bitch!

Naoto's probably already waiting in there...Man, he was losing nerve to a girl here! Well, since the doorknob refused to wither under his glare, the senior had no excuse but to enter and get this horrible, torturous event over with. Steeling himself with a grunt and a frown, Guts entered the library behind another student and slipped his way ( ... )

soulburned June 25 2011, 07:37:44 UTC

Naoto would have laughed at his appearance, but she simply smiled in greeting. Perhaps the regular person who hadn't met him under other circumstances would have felt insulted or even scared (a higher possibility) by the clutter of his bags or the grooves of his scowl, but she understood his temper. Enough to tolerate it, anyway, considering this had been a routine for the past couple years. Those days of scolding him for an improvement in his disposition were over and now it was just a session between friends.

"No problem," she said softly, her tone knowing, and passed him a stapled set of printer paper, size 10 paragraphs in cambria pressed upon it with highlights and hand-written notes. "Here is a summary I already printed out for myself, but try to read through it and then I'll explain what happened in the play more thoroughly."

A method she hoped would enthuse Guts into reading the play for himself, especially since it isn't excruciatingly long, but she did not hold her breath. Instead, she pulled out her hand-written rought ( ... )