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Summer was just starting, there were weeks of classes yet and the dreaded finals to come. Most students around this time could use a little break to blow off steam. They also were students by nature which general meant they didn't have pockets overflowing with cash.

Such was the reason for events throughout the year. To allow everyone to have some fun, get some food they might not otherwise afford and be social. Like, say an ice cream social.

The warm sun, the laughter and small crowds that formed to spill out onto blankets on the lawn were signs of a good day. The ice cream was moving fast and there were so many smiling faces that the little get together was getting some praise. Much of which was lauded on the lithe, willowy blond young woman who was heading the whole thing up. She might have only been in her second year but she was already becoming known as a sweetheart.

Her bright eyes and easy smile suited her fine for these sorts of gatherings, her charming and accepting nature made most people trust her easily. Truth was she was smart and sophisticated but she never put on airs about it. Nora Teply was just simply a joy to be around.

Though apparently not everyone had gotten the memo about the day's festivities. As she looked across the crowd of smiling faces there was one, very distinctly scowling man. He was hunched over a book and staring at it as if it insulted his mother.

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" She said to herself and scooped up a double scoop of vanilla, grabbed a couple napkins and marched over to where he sat.

"That won't do at all." She said suddenly in front of the man. "I'm sorry, but it'll simply have to go."

Date: 2016-06-28 05:46 am (UTC)
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The book may well have insulted his whole family line, that's how unhappy he was with the thing. He was studying to be a cryogenist, and yet here he was having to read over dry literature from the likes of Byron and Shelley. These men were supposedly the cream of their crop, but trying to decipher their words was akin to explaining below-zero physics to a child.

Add in the horrendously condescending manner in which the whole class had been controlled by his oaf of a professor, and he would be so lucky as to pass by the minimum. At least he would keep his scholarship...

He almost didn't notice when someone came to the other side of him. He thought at first it was another student finding a location to sit for finals, but once he realized the works spoken were for him, he looked up.

"I'm sorry?"

Date: 2016-06-28 06:04 am (UTC)
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"But...I...what?" Victor manages to get out before the napkin is tucked and an ice cream is shoved into his hand. It was nice, a cool treat on a hot day, but it was also stressful and odd and this odd woman just shoved an ice cream into his hand.

"I...don't quite understand. It's finals, miss. I'm just trying to study," Victor said, waving the literature book for emphasis. "Damned Byron and his ridiculous prose..."

Date: 2016-06-28 04:26 pm (UTC)
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Victor stared for a moment. And stared a bit more. When he had read that passage, he read it in the nasal whine of his professor, and found it just as irritable as the man. He pictured Lord Byron, a man of wealth and means, as another foolish person who would recommend dropping it all for a vacation none but the wealthy could afford.

But this woman, this Nora, in not even two minute, made Byron sound vibrant.

"...you make it sound a good deal better than Professor Smythe managed to."

Date: 2016-06-30 06:32 am (UTC)
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"I...can see that, yes."

Victor was...a bit taken with this. Yes, Smythe was impeccable historically, with details, but that hadn't make the subject any less dry and bereft of interest for the cryonist-in-training. And yet with only a few words, this woman had driven him to distraction. To the point that he almost missed his ice-cream threatening to drip off his cone and onto some of his clothes.

However, with a twitch of recognition, he brought the half-melted mess to his mouth and got it before he was dripped on.

He, however, didn't seem to acknowledge that a bit of the vanilla cream was now on his nose.

Date: 2016-07-02 05:46 pm (UTC)
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"Never thought of words having magic to them, but I suppose in the right hands," Victor replied, trying very hard to ignore the warmth in his cheek where she had touched him. It lingered in a way that he couldn't quite place.

"My major is Physics. It explains a lot about my predicament, doesn't it?"

Date: 2016-07-02 06:51 pm (UTC)
a_cruel_chill: (Longing)
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"I had never thought of it that way. And the professor hadn't been helping me in that assumption."

There is some uncomfortable shifting from Victor.

"Uhhh...Nora, since you seem to be the right person for it, would, ah, would you be available to help me with this? I have a few hours before my final and I would rather not have Smythe again next semester."

Date: 2016-07-11 01:44 am (UTC)
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"Oh?"

Victor was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the "one condition" came up. He started to get uncertain. Was this woman, who had been pleasant and kind enough, about to ask of him something that he would be uncomfortable with?

"What is the condition?"

Date: 2016-07-15 03:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] a_cruel_chill
"To be fair, you did ambush me with this...freezing concoction before I could implement proper manners," Victor said with a smile as he motioned to the ice cream. He licked it, enjoying the cool flavor before speaking again. "Victor. Victor Fries is my name. And I accept that condition."

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