Post by kryss on Apr 20, 2015 5:05:40 GMT
Kale: He looked outside at the frost webbing the ground. Stupid winter. Stupid cold. It never got cold in St. Patrick's town. At least not this cold!! He could withstand some reasonably cold temperatures, to be fair, considering he lived in the ocean, but ICE? That was just unreasonable.
He supposed the cold wouldn't be so bad if he was willing to bundle up, but all those thick and heavy clothes were so annoying and thick and stupid and heavy and gross. The most he'd allow himself was a windbreaker, which he wore now, and long pants. Which, of course, led to him sniffing and trying not to shiver just from walking to class. And now, on top of everything, he had a headache! Soooo stuuuuuupid. He glanced at his clamshell alarm clock. Kelp, kelp, kelp. He was supposed to meet Bev in five minutes. He grabbed the blue, green-striped windbreaker and threw it on, the slick material crinkling as he did. He raked his fingers through his hair and glanced quickly in the mirror before darting outside. He immediately shuddered violently, his nose stopping up and stinging fiercely. Light grey clouds hung ominously in the sky, threatening snow later in the day. He sniffed and walked as fast as he could, almost jogging to the main building on campus. Just as the tip of his nose began to numb, he made it inside.
He made his way into the cafeteria, instantly feeling somewhat relieved as steam from all the foods drifted towards him. His headache had changed a little, throbbing slightly now, but he figured he could deal with it. This was just more proof to him that studying was bad for your health. He sniffed again and made his way over to the food station. He spotted the familiar shock of green hair and grinned widely, heading towards her. Now, admittedly, Bev pulled off the winter look great, as she did with pretty much everything else. Their relationship was still in an infuriating stage where Bev seemed incapable of making up her mind. She flirted with him incessantly, but hadn't made an official move yet. He was about to explode from all the pent-up tension. Maybe THAT had given him this headache.
"Hey," he said, smiling at her before glancing briefly at the breakfast bar, loaded with steaming oatmeal, soft toast, jellies, jams, butter, spices, and dry cereals, and to the right there was the drinks station with juices and milk. He looked back at her again, although his stomach was complaining.
He supposed the cold wouldn't be so bad if he was willing to bundle up, but all those thick and heavy clothes were so annoying and thick and stupid and heavy and gross. The most he'd allow himself was a windbreaker, which he wore now, and long pants. Which, of course, led to him sniffing and trying not to shiver just from walking to class. And now, on top of everything, he had a headache! Soooo stuuuuuupid. He glanced at his clamshell alarm clock. Kelp, kelp, kelp. He was supposed to meet Bev in five minutes. He grabbed the blue, green-striped windbreaker and threw it on, the slick material crinkling as he did. He raked his fingers through his hair and glanced quickly in the mirror before darting outside. He immediately shuddered violently, his nose stopping up and stinging fiercely. Light grey clouds hung ominously in the sky, threatening snow later in the day. He sniffed and walked as fast as he could, almost jogging to the main building on campus. Just as the tip of his nose began to numb, he made it inside.
He made his way into the cafeteria, instantly feeling somewhat relieved as steam from all the foods drifted towards him. His headache had changed a little, throbbing slightly now, but he figured he could deal with it. This was just more proof to him that studying was bad for your health. He sniffed again and made his way over to the food station. He spotted the familiar shock of green hair and grinned widely, heading towards her. Now, admittedly, Bev pulled off the winter look great, as she did with pretty much everything else. Their relationship was still in an infuriating stage where Bev seemed incapable of making up her mind. She flirted with him incessantly, but hadn't made an official move yet. He was about to explode from all the pent-up tension. Maybe THAT had given him this headache.
"Hey," he said, smiling at her before glancing briefly at the breakfast bar, loaded with steaming oatmeal, soft toast, jellies, jams, butter, spices, and dry cereals, and to the right there was the drinks station with juices and milk. He looked back at her again, although his stomach was complaining.
