Coffee Flavored Ice Cream. ( Serah ) (Attn: Ansem )
"Serah, is this flavor alright?" Ansem balanced his dark colored, orange ice cream in one hand, and placed down another bowl filled with something tangy and green in front of her. "It’s lime." He gestured before sitting down in his seat again.
"I decided not to go with another helping of toffee. This flavor is mango if you’d like to try some of this as well." Ansem offered. He had noticed her distraction in the window before approaching the table and gazed out briefly. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He wondered what was on her mind…
"Oh, I’m sure it’s fine!" She reassured him optimistically. Lifting her spoon, she hesitated when he revealed the flavor of the pretty green ice cream in front of her. Her lips curled into a smile, "I’m not the biggest fan of lime, but I’m sure this’ll be different." The last thing she wanted was to seem rude or ungrateful, so she thought that it wouldn’t hurt to give it a shot.
Scooping a tiny bit with her spoon, she brought it to her lips. Tasting it, she did her best not to make a face. Covering her mouth with the side of her hand, she frowned at her inability to contain her dislike. “I’m really sorry—.”
Ansem’s laugh started off with a snort. The expression that Serah had made deeply amused him. He brushed the bottom of his nose with the knuckle of his index finger; much of his hand covering his sharp grin “No need to apologize.”
Swiftly, he switched their bowls. “Personally, I don’t mind lime, but I know many people find it too sweet, or too bitter. That flavor there” he motioned to the orange contents in the new bowl he had placed in front of her “is mango. Help yourself. Hopefully that will suit your pallet better.”
”Sorry about that.” He opened his mouth, his lips twisting in an expression of both displeasure at being caught off guard by the spice and mild embarrassment.
"No no, no milk. It was just surprising."
Xemnas started on his second samosa, a smile returning to his features, “You know mischievous behavior is what I live for.” He pouted, demonstrating that Ansem was in essence depriving him of any real experience of having a ‘brother figure’ in his life.
"Mischievous, hm?’ Ansem licked the edges of his plastic fork and focused his attention on Xemnas’ shifting facial expression."Which mischievous behavior are you looking for?" In his mind, that could mean anything. "Can’t say I don’t like being mischievous in moderation." Ansem took a rather large bite out of a samosa. It was gone in an instant.
"I’ve been told I’m a flirt. Is that what you mean?"
I look at this strange character wondering why they think its ny fault they didnt arrange their classes properly “that sucks, so you might be changing classes?” I ask with a devius smirk that no one can see. I realize that by sitting with him, soon the table will be all mine when he transfers. I hop up next to him, nod, lay my stuff down and smile, this day is proving to be going well.
"I probably will. I’ll stick around for the time being, though." Ansem responded and settled in a seat. "I’ll probably see about having a refund after this glass. There’s some free time in my bracket for today." He sighed. Ansem hated going through this sort of thing. "Nice to meet you anyway."
Pardon? [Ansem and Fang]
Fang took hold of his phone for a few moments and listened to him. Her fingers set to work setting his phone to have her number before she handed it back to him. She walked with him passed the machines to exit the gym and offered a smile. “That sounds fine to me. Take your time, there’s no rush. I’ll meet you back here say in about forty-five minutes to an hour? That’ll give us both time to get washed up and tend to a few little things before grabbing our meal.”
Stepping to the side, she tossed her empty water bottle into the recycling bin near the trash in the hall.
"Sounds good to me, you’ll let me know what you want to eat then?" He signed out past the desk with his student ID, and lingered near the glass doorways. The air vents above chilled the surface of his damp skin, and Ansem swayed toward the light to keep from growing goose bumps.
He opened his mouth again, having the urge to ask a more personal question before they parted ways, but decided that it was better for another day. “If you’re still thinking, I’ll see you a bit, then.”
Class (TTU Open)
I walk into up to the giant gateway. I am anxious to see what the #1 chemistry program in the nation holds for me. I reach up, twist the handle and breach the threshhold. Noise, lots of noise. These “children” are loud and obnoxius. I just want to set myself up in a nice corner and learn all there is to know about igniting my future. Sadly there arent any empty tables. I wonder who i should sit by that i wont end up chemically manipulating their lunch
"This can’t be right." Ansem muttered to himself. He only noticed the figure wonder up to his table out of the corner of his eye. Clearly, on the schedule he was scanning over in his lap, it held Chemistry. But didn’t he have his science prerequisite out of the way ages ago with Biology lab. He’d stay for now, but he’d really need to get it fixed later.
"Hm?" He finally looked over after placing the paper schedule away in his book bag. Ansem wasn’t sure if he should greet them at first. "I think they placed me in the wrong class." He started off.
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Throw Rugs-[Beach and Bond Fire Event] Ansem & Riku
Riku paused, squinting his eyes at the sun as he looked up. “Oh.” He didn’t, in fact, have a beach pass. He hadn’t had the time. “I don’t have one.” He concluded bluntly, frowning to himself. “Is there any way I could get one…?” It was probably too late, but he let the awkward question float in the air as he fiddled with his phone in his pocket.
Ansem chuckled a bit. He held the lanyard in the school’s gold and red colors around his neck away from his chest. “Just asking. I have another one on the dashboard in the car. If you want to come, I’ll give you the other pass and a ride.”
He pursed his lips in thought while looking the underclassmen over. Riku didn’t seem very much prepared to hang out at a beach. “If you plan to swim, I’m afraid I can’t provide you an extra swim suit, or towel. We do have thirty minutes before it starts, though. If you’re interested in activities, you might want to run back to your own dorm for beach friendly items.”
Throw Rugs-[Beach and Bond Fire Event] Ansem & Riku
Riku scratched the back of his head, frowning. Was he too late to go to the beach event? It wasn’t like he was the type of person to personally go out to socialize, but he had to admit he sort of missed the beach. Perhaps he should take up on his boss’ joking advice and actually try to make friends.
With that said, he leaned backwards on the bench he was sitting on and spotted a man walking by with swim shorts on. Probably an upperclassman. “Hey…” he awkwardly craned his neck— he was really terrible at these types of things— “Are you going to the beach and bond fire event?”
"Hm?" Ansem paused and looked over his shoulder. He was passing by the bench were the underclassmen sat and assumed he had aimed the question at him. Once he had a glance, Ansem turned back to fully face and assess who he was talking to. He wasn’t familiar with their face; no one he recognized from the housing section he was in.
"Yes," Ansem adjusted his bags and held one hand to his forehead to block out the sun that cast over the campus "need a ride?" Keys jingled in his free hand. "I was making a final round to check if anyone needed one. You have a beach pass?"