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[hqsilas]

love-toodles​:

nadia was honestly just minding her own business, going over the list of her own reading for the year. she was happy to fall back into the routine, not even complaining about her workload. anything to get her mind off of things. and she almost did, when she felt a light tap to her shoulder that made her turn around. she took her airpod out as she listened to him talk to her. firstly, she was quite willing to help the boy, as he looked quite lost but as he kept going on, her smile was gradually leaving her face, and a frown took its place. what the hell was this guy’s deal? and of course, it was an american. who else would have such audacity? “excusez-moi?” she started, her eyes shooting daggers at him, “i am not your worker bee, you tête de noeud.”

silas was visibly perplexed by nadia’s reaction - clearly not expecting her to say no to his request. it’s not like he’d just offered her a charming smile, he’d suggested payment as well, so what was the big deal? “uh... i never said you were, lady. i just figured that you’d want to be compensated for the favor i was asking of you. but hey, if you want to do it for free, that’s fine.” he had no idea what she’d called him, but he was choosing to take it as a compliment. 

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magic-maeve​:

Maeve cocked her head as she thought about his train of thought. “I could see a drunk person would think that. Though real question is what if your ID self froze? Would that make you freeze?” She chuckled, almost mad at herself for thinking about this hard. “It was a lot of fun. And okay since I had backed everything up to the cloud. It would have been a tragedy if I hadn’t.” 

“that’s why i put it in the fridge part, not the little freezer.” silas tapped his finger against his temple, like a man who had fully thought through a very clever plan, not someone that was talking about drunkenly putting a student id in a mini-fridge. “the cloud kind of freaks me out a little, but if i lost all my contact info, i’d just be totally lost as a person, so i guess it’s for the best. i don’t know a single person’s phone number by memory.” 

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“i mean...” silas shrugged, taking a small sip from his iced coffee as he leaned back in his chair. “i don’t think i’m really the person you should be asking on whether or not someone sounds smart, ya know?” only just a few months ago he’d been informed that ‘you’re lucky you’re pretty’ wasn’t a compliment. at least not entirely. “but... no. i think there’s dumb people worldwide, plus there’s like... different versions of the accent. some are classier sounding than others.” 

“Would you mind helping me settle a debate?” Evita wasn’t shy, she’d talk to anyone. The poor unfortunate person nearest her was now subject to her questions, unless of course they told her to fuck off. “A friend of mine says that accents can make people sound smarter. I’m firmly on the stance that it’s entirely possible to have a British accent and still sound like an idiot. What do you think?” The friend was back home in Texas, and they remained strong on the belief that Evita’s only reason for attending a foreign university was for the accents.

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palmdreams​:

A small laugh left his lips just at the image Silas had put into his mind. “I’m never one to say no to some good head but in the middle of a classroom might even be a bit too much for me.” Now THIS was the real cure to a hangover. Why had it taken him years of suffering to only just realise now that the best cure was a spontaneous head massage from a good looking guy? He couldn’t help the happy hum that left his lips. “I really think that Jesus is already disappointed enough in me. I’m sure another night wouldn’t hurt him too much. Not sure I can pretend I wouldn’t mind being scolded though.” His lips twisted into a soft mischievous smile then as laughter bubbled from him once again. 

silas simply hummed in response, leaning back into his seat as he got comfortable. oddly enough, running his fingers through james’s hair was putting himself more at ease, not just helping out his classmate. he wasn’t normally prone to this kind of affection - pillow talk wasn’t something that he was known for often partaking in, but the calming feeling of all of this had him starting to rethink that decision. “so that’s what you’re into, huh? i’m not sure i’d be very good at it, i’d probably just start laughing. i’ve never really been the aggressive type.” 

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“okay so... hypothetically, say someone i knew accidentally hooked up with this super hot chick, and then her even hotter cousin the next week. is that like... an issue? should i send a hallmark card or something to apologize?” silas stopped in his tracks, crouching down to fix his shoelaces that had become undone during their walk across campus. “or do you think it’s chill? i mean, i don’t know if either of them even know about it, should i just wait and see what happens?” after a pause, he realized his mistake, and squinted back up at them. “uh... i mean... should my friend just wait?” shit. he really sucked at the hypothetical game. @strawberryfieldsforevcr​

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“hey, uh... yo.” silas gently tapped his finger against the shoulder of the first person he could find, the expression on his face nothing less than completely and utterly lost. libraries had never exactly been a place of comfort for him, the stacks and stacks of books were fun for getting lost in between with someone pretty, but when it came down to actually finding something that he needed for class? it was way too overwhelming for him to even try and figure out where to begin searching. “are you like... good at finding shit in here? i mean... if i gave you my list, and like, fifty bucks-” he paused, correcting himself before continuing, “fifty pounds, you’d meet me by the front with everything on it?” a year into his studies, and he still wasn’t entirely used to the correct terminology. for a country that spoke the same language he’d grown up with, it often felt like he wasn’t even fluent.  @love-toodles​

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“what will you give me if i can launch this gummy bear up onto the roof with nothing but this rubber band?” silas glanced over at vic, holding up the two aforementioned objects to show off what he was referring to. “i’ve got a few suggestions, if you can’t think of anything, but i’m down to hear your ideas.” see? despite what his first grade teacher might have thought, he could totally play well with others. “i want something good, though, this shit ain’t easy. i’ve only gotten like, super close, but this time i’m pretty sure i can make it.” @ickeyvickey​

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palmdreams​:

The excuses people used to get out of whatever crazy antics the theatre kids were up to never failed to amuse Stevie but this one definitely got a chuckle out of her. “Are you also going to tell me that you’re a time traveller and know the future, too? You don’t even know the DATE yet, silly. At least I’m not dragging you along to auditions, although you would make a very pretty Tony.” 

damn it. she’d caught him there. “i’m just... a really busy guy, you know?” he wasn’t, but she didn’t need to know that. “there’s a good chance that i’m probably unavailable that night, so...” silas shrugged, using one of the napkins in his hand to pretend to wipe at an invisible stain on the front of his shirt. he’d never been a very good liar, and having to look stevie in the eyes wouldn’t help. “i’d make a pretty anything, i won best looking in high school. doesn’t mean i know anything about performing.” with a smirk and a wink tossed her way, he added, “except in the bedroom.” 

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palmdreams​:

Honestly, James liked to think that the entire university DID care about what he did but frankly that was just his massive ego speaking because realistically, that wasn’t at all true. People were used to James doing weird shit now and barely even batted an eyelid. “You never know. Maybe they’d be jealous and stare with green eyes.” Then he laughed, his eyes crinkling as he did. “Now that would get people talking. I’d love to know what would happen if you got on your knees right now.” His eyes glinted with mischief but it didn’t last long when he closed them against, almost feeling a shiver run down his spine at the way his head was touched. People touching his hair was most definitely his kryptonite. “Cute. You’re offering to be my chaperone?” 

"yeah, i bet you would.” despite the cockiness of his tone, silas knew that it wasn’t like that really had necessarily all that much to do with him specifically. after all, who didn’t like getting head? besides total prudes, but he had a feeling that wasn’t a category james really fit into. with a chuckle, he continued the gentle touch of his fingertips in james’s hair, soothing the hangover as best as he could. “i mean... i was thinking more like friend, but... alright. does that mean i get to scold you if you’re not leaving room for jesus between you and some hunk?”

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magic-maeve​:

“Laundry room I understand. But the mini-fridge is a mystery to me. Were you trying to keep it cool?” She genuinely trying to figure out how an ID might end up in there and was coming up short. “I lost one in the ocean. I had a little too much fun and decided to go for a swim. Totally didn’t care about my phone or my ID that was with it. I’m not even sure how I made it home that night. Needless to say, the next morning saw me with a new ID and phone.” 

silas shrugged, still not entirely sure of the answer to that question himself. “i assume i was wasted when it happened. i probably felt hot, and guessed that if i put something with my face on it somewhere cool, it’d do the same to me. like a voodoo doll, you know?” traveling across the sea sounded a lot more fun than being stuck in a fridge, if there was any truth to his little theory that he’d just completely made up on the spot. “sounds worth it, though, if you had a good time.” 

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magic-maeve​:

Maeve couldn’t help but chuckle at the story. It really was comical. “Well…if it’s working it’s hard to be mad at it.” She didn’t blame the lady at the desk. She would have done the same thing. “Did you ever find any of the other ones? Or are they totally gone?” 

“i found one in the laundry room.” silas grinned softly, fondly remembering just exactly how he’d ended up losing it in there - a drunken evening spent with a total hottie, whose name he could no longer remember. “and another one in my mini-fridge. there’s still nine out there somewhere though.” he took a bite of the cupcake she’d given him and leaned back in the seat, getting comfortable. “what about you? ever lost an id?” 

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palmdreams​:

Maybe forcing herself upon an unsuspecting person was a bit overwhelming when it was still early in the morning but Stevie was always bursting with enthusiasm, no matter what time of the day it was. “Wait… you’re a GENIUS. Why didn’t I think of that before? The Lion King might be a bit difficult because I don’t think our budget will stretch to the costumes but West Side Story is a shout. I can’t think of a single person who isn’t invested in Tony and Maria’s love story.” She clapped her hands together with glee before laughing at Silas who looked like a deer caught in headlights. “It’s for the theatre arts club. You should come along and see the show! We’re good, I promise.”

genius? him? now he was sure she had the wrong guy. maybe he had a twin that he didn’t know about, some sort of separated at birth situation. that’d be pretty dope. “sorry, but uh... i’m busy that night.” spending his night watching some school production wasn’t exactly at the top of his list of ways to spend an evening. not unless he was being dragged to it by a hot chick who was willing to stop paying attention within the first five minutes to make out with him instead. “good luck, though. i’m sure you guys will like, break legs or whatever.” 

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palmdreams​:

James had no idea what he’d done to deserve being this lucky but frankly, if the gay gods wanted to give him a present like this, then who was he to say no? “I’m not entire sure if I want to suffocate my saviour right now.” He laughed as he caught the bottle and tipped out a few pills before swallowing them with a gulp of his cold coffee that he hadn’t quite had the stomach for back when it was still hot. “We could’ve given everyone a good show. Would have been more interesting than the actual topic of discussion today.” He smirked as he moved to position himself, already wondering if his hangover had miraculously been cured. “If I could remember how much I drank last night, then I promise you that I wouldn’t be in this state.” 

“what kind of show would that be? you think people would really care about me give you a head massage?” with a small snort, never one to pass up on an opportunity to point out innuendo, he added, “if you took away the ‘a’ and ‘massage’ part, maybe.” once james was settled, silas gently began to massage his scalp, looking down at him with a small hum. “at least you probably had a good time, right? probably better than my night, anyway. next time hit me up, i’ll keep an eye on you, and that way you’ll know what went down even after you sober up.” 

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magic-maeve​:

Maeve couldn’t help but smile brightly at his reaction. “It’s a great little shop just off campus. It’s kind of hidden but run by the cutest couple, Mary and Izzy. They make everything from scratch. And they’ll give you a discount if you show your school ID. It’s lovely, really.” She smiled before leaning back in her seat. “And they have great coffee.” 

silas knew he’d probably immediately forget the details of the shop as soon as their conversation ended, but he figured he could always find maeve and pester her for more cupcakes at a later date. “you know i’m on my twelfth school id? i keep losing the damn thing. the lady at the desk gave me this.” he lifted up the lanyard around his neck, that had his id attached in a small plastic slip at the end. “i feel like a dog with a collar, but i haven’t lost this one yet, so i guess it’s working.” 

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palmdreams​:

James hadn’t been expecting anyone to respond to his dramatics but when he heard a voice, he snorted and briefly looked up towards the vague direction it was coming from. “You’re telling me that you wouldn’t suffocate for me, babe?” He rubbed the top of his head, wincing as his fingers got stuck in his mop of curls. “I could really do with both of those.” Slowly, he managed to sit up so he could smirk at Silas. “A favour? I’m all yours for a scalp massage from your magical fingers.” 

“ask me again in like... twenty minutes, after the lesson starts.” by then, he’d probably be dying of boredom anyway. silas lifted his backpack off the ground beside his chair and opened it, searching for a few seconds before retrieving a bottle of advil and tossing it to james. “get over here and lay your head on my leg, i’m not standing above you like i’m a masseuse in the middle of the classroom.” frankly, playing masseuse still sounded more appealing than listening to a lecture, but he wasn’t so sure their professor would be too pleased. then again, it wouldn’t be the first time silas had distracted a class with his antics. “how much did you drink last night, dude?” 

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“i’m not about to suffocate just because you don’t know how to control your booze, my guy.” was silas speaking a little louder than necessary, just to be an ass? maybe. but he was finding humor in james’s pain, and enjoying himself arguably a little too much. besides, if he was being a good boy and actually attending class for once, he was going to have to find some way to keep himself entertained. “i’ll give you some ibuprofen and a scalp massage, if you’ll do me a favor in return.” he wiggled his fingers in james’s direction, though the movement didn’t make much sense considering james’s eyes were closed. “i’ve been told i’ve got magic fingers, i’ll have you feeling good as new in no time.”

OPEN STARTER.

Who the fuck went out drinking on a Monday night and woke up with a hangover from hell on Tuesday morning? Oh right, it was James Pond. People regularly told him that he had no brain cells and that was probably accurate but right now he was beginning to realise the truth. He had already thrown up five times that morning and there was still a headache pounding at his skull which was making him grimace every time someone even LOOKED at him. “Can you keep it down over there?” he said with a yawn as he stretched across two chairs and closed his eyes for a second. “You’re breathing too loudly.”

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silas’s hand stilled in slight shock over the napkin dispenser when he was suddenly inserted into a conversation he hadn’t been planning on having, by the girl sitting nearby. “uh...” was she talking to him? he was the person in the closest vicinity, but the topic definitely wasn’t one he had much knowledge on, other than from attempts by his mother to try and bring some culture into his life when he was younger. "there’s some musicals that are based on shakespeare’s stuff, right? west side story, lion king? just go with one of those, seems a little easier than writing some whole new thing, you know? plus, they’re classics. who doesn’t love lion king, right?” the message of being the younger brother to someone that everyone treated like some sort of god was certainly something that silas could relate to. even if scar was the villain of the piece. “yeah... napkins.” her question reminded him why he’d stepped up by the counter in the first place, and he quickly grabbed a few from the container in front of him. “what’s this for, anyway?” 

OPEN STARTER.

Caffeine, caffeine, caffeine. GOD, Stevie was dying for her fifth cup of coffee of the day and it wasn’t even midday yet. Maybe staying up all night to figure out what the next show her drama group would be putting on at the theatre was a terrible idea – especially as she still hadn’t figured it out yet – but this was just her life, honestly. She was sat in her favourite seat in the cafe, looking over various different scripts as she felt someone approach her. Without even looking up, she instantly burst into a explosion of words. “Do you think the people in this university are into Shakespeare? Or maybe musicals are more of interest? I’m just trying to pull in more people, you know? OOH, what if I did both? Musicals and Shakespeare combined.” She dragged her hand across the air in front of her as though highlighting an invisible floating title before dropping her hand and finally looking at the person who approached her. “Sorry, I’ve been up all night trying to figure this shit out. Did you need anything?”