The Mysterious Misadventures of Flapjack, if you're curious

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Who: THIS GUY. RIGHT HERE.
Where: Jeanne D'Arc Building common room
When: Early evening
What: Søren attempting to do his homework in the middle of the common room instead of his own dorm room
Can other people participate? Of course!
Summary: Is it possible to summarize all the magic that happens while a genius is at work? No, I think not

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[suehan]

There was perfect reasoning as to why there was any reason to trod into a common room that was much further than his own. Being a relatively dependent on coffee, Berwald very much liked adding a bit of sugar now and again. Before his studies began, he surely needed a coffee with the right amount of sugar or hysterics would ensue. Alright, not particularly. But there was something quite like a sugar shortage going on. The young man had wandered into two different kitchens to find some sugar, yet the goal had yet to been reached. Ludicrous

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Despite the evening hour, there really weren't too many people up and moving around the common room. The other students in there were already mostly seated, either doing homework, talking, or trying to get the volume of the other televisions to contend with Søren's cartoons. So really Søren could have kept on pretending to work and melting what was left of his brain with Flapjack reruns without even noticing Berwald.

But then again, was it even possible to ignore someone as big as a fucking house? Yeah, Berwald made a good choice by walking around, but that just meant Søren had to try a little harder to see him.

"Holy shit, invasion of the lumberjack kind!" And shout at him. And throw a couch pillow at his head.

[suehan]

It was easy to ignore things; it was not like the pillow caused any severe bodily damage. The pillow had hit him in the head and fell to Berwald's feet, dull eyes lowering themselves to stare at it. It did not appear to be any explosive device, having decided on picking it up off the floor. He then faced his attention back to the idiot who threw it at him. There was no need to even have to look and be surprised; he knew who chucked it at him. The guy's head was as empty as a desert.

His height had certainly been pointed out quite a few times, mainly during high school. But, where was Søren to speak? Berwald only really had a few centimetres on the moron. Nevertheless, things used to be thrown out like being bear sized and capable of eating Tino. Why would someone want to eat a little man?

"Nn. 't's th' 'akeov' o' th' stupi' 'arade."

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"What? I can't hear your shitty comebacks from over there. Come here and insult me to my face, Berwald."

Though his tone was sharp and the jab mildly provoking,Søren was grinning rather broadly at him. Apparently unlike several classmates, he had never had a problem understanding Berwald's odd speech patterns. He wasn't any world-class orator himself either - his accent was pretty thick and once he got started carrying on, Søren's words started slurring together. Like they were rushing to get out of his mouth.

This was something way more interesting than television and homework though. Berwald was off in some other building. The campus wasn't gigantic or anything, but it wasn't like he was some big Swedish Kool-Aid man bashing through walls and dorm buildings on his way home to his own. Did he even have friends to visit over here?

"What the hell are you doing in my building anyway?"