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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 20:31:42 GMT -5
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IC Good he was here, Ezra quickly grabbed his suitcase and turned to Alex, ready to lea-he wasn't wearing a shirt...he stared for a few seconds, face reddening slightly before he snapped out of it and trodded over to him, suitcase being lugged behind. "Hey," he greeted simply...the whole shirtless thing was still a bit distracting but he pushed that back...sort of forced it back really. "Lets go," he agreed.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 20:45:51 GMT -5
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{{ Alex didn't even notice Norman's blush. He led him back through the streets to his dorm building, swiping his access card to let them in and holding the door open to let Norman through. Once inside, he took the elevator up to his floor, found his room and opened the door before turning on the lights. Jackson grunted and threw a pillow at Alex, muttering, "I didn't say you could bring your boyfriend over, Al! What're you doin' here, Norman? Am I gonna have to kick you two out so I can get some sleep?" }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 20:49:49 GMT -5
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IC "I'm not his boyfriend," Ezra stated dryly. "I...was evicted, Alex offered to come pick me up, sorry for disturbing you," he told him quickly and looked around, Vloskan accent slipping through a bit more thickly than before, considering he was tired. He parked his suitcase off to the side and out of the way as he finally finished examining the room and deeming it not horrible, not as nice as the hotel, or anywhere else he had ever stayed, but far better than living on the street.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 20:59:54 GMT -5
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{{ Now it was Alex's turn to blush as he ignored Jackson's grumpy reponse to Norman's reply. He hated how Jackson always automatically assumed every guy he befriended or brought over was his boyfriend. "There's only two beds, but you can crash in mine," Alex offered as he opened a small drawer and grabbed a pile of extra blankets. He laid them out on the floor and made a small, makeshift bed on the floor out of everyone's way. "It's not the biggest room, but it's pretty cozy." }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 21:04:10 GMT -5
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IC "Thank you, its very kind of you to offer," Ezra informed, after all he couldn't just let something as simple as manners go to waste just because he was no longer at the palace he had grown so used to. Though he was also a prince and a part of his brain was wired to also accept the best option when it was offered to him, so he made no argument on the bed situation.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 21:10:22 GMT -5
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{{ "It's no problem, really," Alex assured him as he settled down onto the floor. Not the most comfortable bed, but hey, he wouldn't complain. He laid on his stomach, arms crossed underneath his head, and yawned widely. "Make yourself at home, I guess. Oh, and turn off the lights when you're ready. Jackson'll throw a fit." "I will not," Jackson argued grumpily. "Alex sleep talks and snores, just so you know, Norman. He says some weird stuff, too." }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 21:14:14 GMT -5
OOC Did you want to skip?
IC Ezra took the information in and nodded along, he'd already gotten mostly ready for bed before...just needed to actually change into pajamas, so he figured he would do that and then turn off the lights as they had instructed. Tomorrow was likely going to be interesting, but at least it was Friday, which meant school wouldn't be too much of an issue for the next few days.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 21:15:17 GMT -5
γSure, to the next morning? I'll start.γ
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 21:15:59 GMT -5
OOC Alright, awesome!
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 21:23:09 GMT -5
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{{ The light streaming in from the small window woke Alex up from his, admittedly, uncomfortable sleep. He had a crink in his neck and a bit of a headache, and his muscles hurt from the wooden floor. Otherwise, he supposed it could have been worse. Yawning, he sat up, picked up his pillow and threw it at Norman as hard as he could before doing the same thing to Jackson. "Wakey-wakey, sleepyheads, time for school," he said loudly and stood up. It was only six, but classes started at seven-forty and he wanted breakfast. }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 21:27:04 GMT -5
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IC When the pillow hit him, which woke him up, the first thing the little prince did was curse loudly in Vloskan before he pushed his arms up and looked around, right...he was here at the moment...and far too exhausted to even consider speaking English. "Gulenjur," he mumbled out a "good morning" in his native language as he stumbled out of the bed, foot sort of tangled up in the sheets so he ended up tripping and crashing right into Alex.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 21:40:18 GMT -5
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{{ Alex let out a loud "oof!" as Norman crashed into him and fell backwards. He groaned more in annoyance than pain, his face squished against the side Norman's neck. "Hey, watch it!" He cried out, but it came out mostly muffled. He would have shoved Norman off, but he didn't want to risk hitting his head against one of the bed frames or dressers.}}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 21:45:30 GMT -5
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IC Ezra muttered something in his native tongue, it still being way too early for English and tried to get up, grumbling incoherently as he got more tangled up with the other man before finally stumbling up to his feet, sending Alex an apologetic smile for tripping into him. Well considering yesterday Alex had ran into him, he would say they were at least even now.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 21:56:49 GMT -5
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{{ Alex pulled his usual 'I'm very unhappy with this' face and pushed himself to his knees, face a deep crimson red. They were even now, for sure. "If you want to shower, better do it now. Jackson takes forever." Speaking of which, Jackson was still unconscious. He shook his roommate roughly. "Get up, Jackson!" Then, he looked back over at Norman and said, "I'm cooking breakfast, if you're hungry." }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 22:00:32 GMT -5
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IC "Merci," Ezra thanked for the option to showever and gave a nod of his head and a wave of his hand about the food before he found his way to his suitcase and looked for some clothes before he chose some and entered the bathroom to get ready for the day, once out he should also be awake enough to actually return to English. Languages...he knew so many, yet asking him to speak one in the morning was utterly pointless.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 22:10:11 GMT -5
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{{ By the time Norman was done, Alex had laid out a small pancake breakfast in the tiny, pitiful kitchen, only two plates because Jackson had promised he'd meet up with his girlfriend or whatever before school. He greeted Norman with a nod, digging into his own food, too tired to care about the syrup on his face or his wild, tangled hair. Not that he cared most days, to be honest. Having a guest didn't really change anything. }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 22:15:57 GMT -5
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IC Ezra had come out of the bathroom looking rather well dressed, in a light green button up short with a nice brown vest over it and pants that went well with the shirt, he hadn't exactly managed to do anything with his curly, fluffy, dark ginger hair...but he tried. "Good morning Alex," he greeted, accent still thick but hey, he was speaking English, and you could at least understand what he said rather clearly despite the accent.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 22:26:57 GMT -5
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{{ "Good morning," Alex mumbled, mouth full of pancake. Yeah, his table manners were horrible, but at least he was making an effort to be nice to his new friend. Unlike Norman, Alex had thrown on his favorite t-shirt that read "BITE ME", a pair of ripped jeans and his worn but comfy boots. He never dressed up unless he absolutely had to. "Didn't know you could speak a thousand different languages, though. I barely passed French in high school." }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 22:32:01 GMT -5
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IC Ezra sat down as he started to cut his pancake up to eat. "The language you heard me speak was simply Vloskan, though I can speak other languages too. I am fluent in Vloskan, English, French, German, Italian, Mandarin, Spanish, Japanese, Greek, Russian, Korean, and Portuguese," Ezra explained, posture straight in the chair. He had to learn all those different languages, wasn't exactly something he enjoyed though.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 22:39:01 GMT -5
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{{ Alex nearly choked on his food because, holy cow, that was a lot of different languages for one person to speak. He took a long sip of his orange juice and raised his eyebrows. "Are you a linguist or something? I speak English and... Well, that's it, really. Unless you count chemical forumlas, I guess. Or math equations." Math and science were the only two subjects he was good for, really. He was no good with foreign languages at all. }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 22:42:43 GMT -5
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IC "I-" Well he couldn't exactly say his parents had insisted on tutors for all the different languages from a young age so that he could communicate with others in their own language, sure Vloskia was a rich country but still. "...yeah?" He said, sounding rather unsure of how to really answer. "My parents wanted me to grow up to be quite skilled in many different things," Ezra explained simply, shrugging before he looked down at his pancakes and stabbed a piece with his fork, taking a break.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 22:48:22 GMT -5
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{{ "That's cool. My dad tried to get me to play football when I was younger, but I'm not much of a sports fan. So I spent most of my time learning math and science with my uncle. Wish I could speak multiple languages, though." Alex gave Norman a toothy smile as he finished his breakfast and began to clear his plate. "At least today we'll be on time." }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 22:55:34 GMT -5
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IC "Believe me, it's not as exciting as it seems," Ezra told him dryly as he continued to eat his food. He had always hated having to be proper and not able to even slouch...though now that he didn't have too, it would feel weird to not follow customs. Habits really did stick with you. "Though it does look like we'll get to class on time, that should make you happy," he said idly as he ate his food.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 20, 2016 23:04:00 GMT -5
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{{ "Yeah. I hate being treated like a kid in front of the whole class for being a minute late," Alex explained, though it was mostly just Ms. Collins who liked to do that. He watched Norman curiously as he ate, taking in the way he sat up so straight, the way he held his arms and cut his food. It might be weird for him to think such a thing, but he found it incredibly interesting. He wasn't used to being around someone so...fancy. In a way, it was kind of nice to meet someone so different from himself. }}
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 20, 2016 23:07:30 GMT -5
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IC After finishing his breakfast he got up and was about to leave the plate out of habit when he remembered that there weren't servants here to take care of any messes he made, so he picked up his plate and dumped it in the sink. "We should go then, right?" The short man asked, working on thinning out his accent so it wasn't quite so strong anymore. Eventually he may have to explain the real situation to Alex, but he was going to avoid that completely if that was possible.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2016 23:37:53 GMT -5
She could tell he was stiff, judging by his movements. Arabella couldn't blame him, she found herself going involuntarily stiff as well upon sitting down. Her back was straight, eyes forward. She didn't want to look at Sebastian anymore than she needed to. "Maybe I ask what is being served?" It would be good to know any foreign dishes she might be served, or is they were just the same as anywhere else. Credit to @battlingfear for the code.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 21, 2016 0:42:43 GMT -5
OOC Sorry for the poof, I sadly have like...no idea what they would been eating and have been trying to figure it out.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 0:46:37 GMT -5
OOC haha, it's not a problem. I guess you can look up fancy foods? Credit to @battlingfear for the code.
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Post by πβππ π£π on Nov 21, 2016 0:47:36 GMT -5
OOC Yeah, guess I'll do that.
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Post by cΞΉnnaΠΌon roll on Nov 21, 2016 10:06:18 GMT -5
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{{ Alex grabbed his phone, keys and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Yep, let's get going," he said as he headed to the door. Really, he wanted to ask Norman as many questions as he could about his home country, but he thought that might make him homesick, so he didn't. Still, he had a strange, desperate urge to know. So, instead, he asked, "There's a party this Saturday, want to go?" Then, slightly nervous about how that might have sounded, added, "Jackson's making me go and it's probably going to be really boring. If you went, I'd at least have someone to talk to." }}
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