College AU! - Small Group RP - Closed Jun 5, 2021 2:50:15 GMT -5
Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jun 5, 2021 2:50:15 GMT -5
L Lawliet | Room 4C | strider
“Subjective is sometimes right by default, actually,” L replied brightly, staying still so as not to bump into Orpheus’ mouth. “Especially with feelings. Well...always with feelings actually. You can’t trick yourself into feeling a certain way. Or, rather, you can but you can’t trick yourself into believing you feel a certain way and be wrong about it. You can make yourself angry, but you can’t then trick yourself into believing you aren’t angry when you are. It’s subjective, it’s either true or it’s not. Subjective claims are unique in that they are terrible in my work, since I deal in facts, but very good for relationships, as they must be true. For example, I could say something is good because I personally enjoy it. That wouldn’t be true, necessarily. But if I only say I enjoy it, then assuming I’m not lying, it has to be true.”
Orpheus always brought out this, long winded, rambling side of him. He had come to the conclusion that it wasn’t necessarily a habit he needed to kick.
That was all he had to say about that, though, unless Orpheus had something to add. He turned his attention to college again, considering it wit the same seriousness as any case. It was a decision. It required thought.
He could never be normal. He knew that. Here he was, the three greatest detectives in the world, and somehow he was lucky enough to be genuinely considering going to college with the person he loved.
It was just getting more appealing by the moment. Orpheus was right, he knew, though he hadn’t considered it. He didn’t need the dorms, which opened up a much better range of possibilities.
He was serious. He wouldn’t have been giving it half as much thought if he wasn’t. There were a hundred reasons why he should be cautious, a thousand why he should think this through. But the part of him that always breathed deepest and spoke loudest when he was with Orpheus didn’t want to wait. He could tell Orpheus liked the idea. He could tell there would be something more to share with him if he agreed. All he had to do was make it work. It wasn’t that hard, surely. He could make it work. He wanted to.
He considered the question. What was there to study? What would he be fascinating by that the hadn’t leaned already? He could teach computer science and criminal justice, he suspected that would just annoy him, not teach him anything new.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, a little surprised. “I never considered it an option, so I’m never thought about it.”
He nodded as Orpheus continued, and a shadow of doubt passed over his face. “Polite,” he repeated. “Is much more complicated than it sounds. Especially since some say it’s impolite to argue. Which is necessary when proving someone wrong. I think they might not like me very much. Apparently, I’m blunt.”