Lost and found
Who: Yu and Lars
Where: Room 202, Franz Joseph I building.
When: Mid to Late morning.
What: Getting to know each other. Sort of.
Can other people participate? Ask first?
Summary: Yu finds some of his mysteriously missing papers in an interesting place.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Yu was cooped up in Room 202 with a book. Completely oblivious to the lovely weather outside his dorm room, the second year was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cup of tea and notepad in hand and completely engrossed in a History of the Qing dynasty. Some things had not changed. On the other hand, a lot of other things had. He was alone in the room, for the first time in a while, and he was quite relishing the privacy. Last year, Yu had had the fortune to have his own room, so having a roommate was still quite a foreign concept to him. Still, why did it have to be Lars Van Der Meer? Yu supposed that he should be thankful that he wasn’t rooming with Gilbert or Francis or someone like that, but still... Already the guy had organised his books into alphabetical piles (which he would have been grateful for, if not for the fact that now he couldn’t find anything) and some of his loose papers and projects had gone mysteriously missing.
Absently, his eyes wandered over to Lars’ side of the room and Yu could feel the trace of a frown slip over his face. As far as Yu could see, Lars was a walking contradiction. He was brash, wild, and impossibly loud. Despite that, though, he seemed to really take his studies seriously, and was nearly obsessive about neatness. Yu considered himself to be quite a neat sort of fellow, really, but Lars really took things to a whole new level. It made one quite self-conscious, and for him that was really saying something.
Letting out a soft sigh of puzzlement, Yu dismissed the distracting topic of his roommate’s character as one best to be contemplated on another day. Shaking his head, he swept up a pile of discarded notes that he had already recopied (more legibly) and swung his legs off the bed. In his bare feet, Yu padded across the room to Lars’ rather large recycling bin (though why the man actually had one of his own was beyond Yu) and had just tossed the papers in when he stopped in his tracks. Glancing back into the bin, Yu’s eyes narrowed in disbelief as he recognised the loose paper already residing in the bin as his own notes from last year, scrawled out in his favourite green ink. They had gone missing a few days ago.
Bastard.
Where: Room 202, Franz Joseph I building.
When: Mid to Late morning.
What: Getting to know each other. Sort of.
Can other people participate? Ask first?
Summary: Yu finds some of his mysteriously missing papers in an interesting place.
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Yu was cooped up in Room 202 with a book. Completely oblivious to the lovely weather outside his dorm room, the second year was sitting cross-legged on his bed, cup of tea and notepad in hand and completely engrossed in a History of the Qing dynasty. Some things had not changed. On the other hand, a lot of other things had. He was alone in the room, for the first time in a while, and he was quite relishing the privacy. Last year, Yu had had the fortune to have his own room, so having a roommate was still quite a foreign concept to him. Still, why did it have to be Lars Van Der Meer? Yu supposed that he should be thankful that he wasn’t rooming with Gilbert or Francis or someone like that, but still... Already the guy had organised his books into alphabetical piles (which he would have been grateful for, if not for the fact that now he couldn’t find anything) and some of his loose papers and projects had gone mysteriously missing.
Absently, his eyes wandered over to Lars’ side of the room and Yu could feel the trace of a frown slip over his face. As far as Yu could see, Lars was a walking contradiction. He was brash, wild, and impossibly loud. Despite that, though, he seemed to really take his studies seriously, and was nearly obsessive about neatness. Yu considered himself to be quite a neat sort of fellow, really, but Lars really took things to a whole new level. It made one quite self-conscious, and for him that was really saying something.
Letting out a soft sigh of puzzlement, Yu dismissed the distracting topic of his roommate’s character as one best to be contemplated on another day. Shaking his head, he swept up a pile of discarded notes that he had already recopied (more legibly) and swung his legs off the bed. In his bare feet, Yu padded across the room to Lars’ rather large recycling bin (though why the man actually had one of his own was beyond Yu) and had just tossed the papers in when he stopped in his tracks. Glancing back into the bin, Yu’s eyes narrowed in disbelief as he recognised the loose paper already residing in the bin as his own notes from last year, scrawled out in his favourite green ink. They had gone missing a few days ago.
Bastard.