Bara en annan dag

[ljusastjarnan]

Date/Time: 1/10/11
Location: School, physics classroom
Muses: Sweden and ALL
Status: OPEN
Completion: in progress 
Rating: T+ for langauge
Type: EL-JAY
Summary: It's class, and Berwald is early because Berwald is always early  good at being punctual, unlike a certain Dane.

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[pianomaid]

{I have exactly no idea how US classes are like too. ;A;}

Miss Elizabeta packed a few of her Physics reference books and held them in her hand before giving her little desk mirror one last look. She needed to make sure that she looked neat and organized before entering a class or the delinquents in the class - if there were - would make a joke out of her. She didn't mind that much about looks though, and preferred to be simple but it was best for her to look neat too, so that her students would have confidence in her too.

Seriously, would anyone want a messy and clumsy-looking teacher? The answer was no.

Elizabeta walked out of the staffroom and turned into the hallway. There were not many students around yet as it was still quite early and being the early bird she was, the brown-haired teacher would enter her class ten or fifteen minutes earlier to see if there were any hardworking students that arrived early and needed help in their studies. She reached her class and opened the door.

Creek.Ah, indeed a hardworking student was

[ljusastjarnan]

[[ Berwald was reading a novel, he doesn't have his textbooks yet. C: ]]

Berwald looked at his watch as he heard what looked like the teacher walk in through the door. How long had been sleeping? He didn't think he would fall asleep.

Still, a teacher was talking to him, he couldn't not reply. "H'llo Miss Elizabeta. My name's Berwald. Berwald Oxenstierna. I'm... new" in case that wasn't obvious.

[pianomaid]

{Oh no, I'm so sorry! I must have felt sleepy last afternoon! ;3;}

The teacher didn't quite notice that Berwald was sleeping but she did noticed that he looked a bit sleepy.

"Hello, Berwald, welcome to Carina High School, I hope that you will treat this place as your second home," she said with a smile. "Also..." her voice trailed off. Should she ask him the reason he was looking tired? After all, he was going to be her student - wait, he was already her student.

"You look kinda sleepy, do you want to go to the washroom to rinse your face? That'll make you feel rejuvenated," she said with a smile. Hopefully, this gives him a good impression of her.

[ljusastjarnan]

[[ s'okay, babydoll. <3 ]]

“Thank you,” he says politely. At the second query, Berwald shakes his head slowly. “No… B’t I wasn’t expectin’ ta fall asleep.”

After a second, Berwald decides to ask. “If yer don’t mind me askin’, what are we going ta be working on th’s semester?”

[swingsetjunkie]

Alfred, unlike Berwald, is not a punctual student. Nor does he want to go to physics, even if he likes the subject. But he comes in anyway, grinning widely, because he has coffee and he's not sharing with anyone.

Even the kid that's asleep on his desk.

Okay, he might let him have a sip. Cue a prod to the shoulder and a rather loud question.

"Hey, ya want some coffee or something?"

[ljusastjarnan]

Berwald raised his head, blearily blinking at the boy who rudely awoke him from his slumber in the middle of a classroom... ohshit. He frowned by habit, his eyebrows furrowing when he caught sight of the cup of coffee the other held.

God that was a tempting offer, but Berwald politely declined. "No... th'nk you, but I appreciate it."

[swingsetjunkie]

"Ya sure?"

God, he looked scary when he frowned. But whatever, he wasn't that creepy of a guy, even when he looked like some sort of axe-murderer or something.

i need a scary!fayse!berwald ]]

[ljusastjarnan]

Berwald faltered for a moment. He was offering, and that coffee; God he wanted it so bad. Fuck resisting temptation. “...Giveittomethen,” he growled.

[untitleddoodle]

Mikkel instantly brightened as he entered the classroom. Usually, he loathed being early, but this-- this was a surprise. A good kind of surprise.

"Berwald~" He obnoxiously poked the other blonde's cheek. Was he asleep? "Looks like we're in Physics together."

He plopped down on the desktop beside the Swede, sitting cross-legged on the wooden surface.

"...And looks like I sit next to you too~"

[ljusastjarnan]

Eyebrows knitting in irritation, (both at being woken up by this unruly blond and how damn loud he was) Berwald swatted at his hands with a downright glare. A very squinty glare, as he had taken off his glasses somehow.

“Hrn,” he grunts in a mussed greeting. He gropes around his table, trying to feel out his glasses. When the Dane sat himself down next to him, Berwald’s frown deepens.

“Fantastist,” he mutters sarcastically, and then sort of regrets it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the Dane; he was just in a really shitty mood and Berwald was always grouchy in the mornings. But having friends was good, he had to remind himself. “g’ morgon,” he says quietly in compensation.

[untitleddoodle]

Mikkel let a wry smile lift the corners of his mouth, blue eyes keeping a level stare at the other blonde.

"Good morning, Grouchy Pants~" he cooed, picking up the Swede's glasses from his desk and settling them on the bridge of his own nose.

The classroom suddenly turned fuzzy.
His smile turned into a playful one.

"You're excited for this class, I can tell."

[ljusastjarnan]

Berwald half smiles at the sight of Mikkel with his glasses on, but then catches himself and turns it into a frown.

"Nej, not anymore," he says, but it's more teasing than irritation now. Still, smiling makes him look like a retard; so he quells the urge. Instead he opts to take his glasses off the Dane. Unfortunately, his hand eye coordination is completely thrown off so his hands shoots past his head and into empty space. "Ei, skit."

[o_navegador]

Gabriel wandered into class, barely on time, with his nose buried in a thick packet of papers.

He sat down near the back, still reading and not paying attention to any of the others in the room.

Taking out a notebook and his textbooks, he absently prepared his desk for physics while trying to read as much of the poem as possible before class started.

I bet he'd hate to be interrupted~