Thread: He's Not Quite What She Seems (Kveria & Xerxes)

Sweet Jesus, thank you. You have no idea what a lifesaver you are. Leander was generally more of an introverthe didn't like people that much unless he had to, because he could be quite charismatic and charming if he absolutely needed to be. He already found, however, that he liked this girl and found her shy, awkward nature endearing. He thought about making a point of sitting next to her often because she wasn't likely to be the type to interrupt him or distract him while he was taking notes, and to top it off shy people often tended toward being the intellectual type, which Leander liked. People with brains had so much more depth and he liked to learn and enrich himself all that he could because only experience could colour the canvas of a well-developed novel. It was part of the reason he'd done so much travelling before university he needed to see things for himself, gather a wealth of up close and personal information before he began a long and boring career in journalism or teaching English as funding for his dream. I'm Leander, he replied, taking Sammie's hand in his. He savoured the softness of her skin with a gentle but firm squeeze and a small shake before he pulled awaydidn't want to seem too creepy on the first day, did he? Well, how creepy could someone wearing a t-shirt that depicted poor little ET's disgraceful descent back to Earth, which would probably result in a messy demise? He didn't really want the answer to that question, actually. He knew the answer. That was probably the wrong shirt to wear to his first day of class, and that's all there was to it. He zipped it into his sweater with a fair bit of shame. Looking back over at Sammie, Leander opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off as Professor Hurst began his class and he turned his full attention instead to what he was supposed to be learning. No point getting them both in trouble on the first day. During the rest of the class, Leander took notes on his Notebook and avoided class participation if he could. When he absolutely had to speak, he did so eloquently but directly, and always had his answers spot on. This was his passion, after all. He was a little disappointed that he didn't find the class all that challenging, but it was only the first day. For some sick reason he looked forward to having four papers due in one day and no idea how to write any of them, half-asleep at his desk at four in the morning and riding out the last of his twelfth cup of coffee and third Monster while begging for Death to just take him already. Maybe he was a little masochistic. He wasn't actually quite sure. It was more likely that these things would give him a reason to back out of social interaction and also moved him forward at the same time. After all, you don't come out of these things weaker. By the end of the class, Leander was satisfied and set his reading glasses on top of his now dry dark golden hair. That was pretty good. Thanks for the textbook, he said, this time in a normal speaking voice compared to his hushed tones from earlier. He reclined in his chair, stretching his arms up and back while he waited for his Notebook to shut down. So, are you planning on majoring in English, making a career out this... or are you just doing it because you need the credit? Not to pry, but I'm curious why someone like you would stick themselves in a boring Introductory English Lit. class when they could be... I don't know, modelling or something.