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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 2, 2010 15:23:51 GMT 8
A distinctive flash sounded as Gilbert, perched on top of a desk by an open window, took a shot of the newly-blossomed roses. He didn't usually take pictures of flowers, but these roses were coloured in almost the same brilliant red as his unique eyes, so he wasn't able to resist. Another awesome shot, he thought, grinning as he viewed the picture on his trusty camera.
Satisfied, he closed the window and crossed his legs under him, that enthusiastic grin still on his lips as he went through all the pictures he had taken so far. He had no idea what had possessed him to actually get to his first class on time--hell, he was even the first one there this time--but he wasn't exactly complaining anymore. It gave him the opportunity to look through the pictures he took since the school year began.
He plopped himself down on the chair when he was done, his legs propped up on the table as he carefully inserted the camera in its case and into his backpack. He blinked, sure he had heard a chirping sound come from somewhere above him when he moved, but quickly shrugged it off and leaned back, placing his hands in the pockets of his red sweater that really didn't go well with the school uniform he had to wear under it.
Letting out a small yawn, he closed his eyes, completely unaware of the yellow chick using his slightly disheveled white hair as a nest. Maybe he could take a quick snooze before class actually starts...
((YES. Finally accomplished my first actual post~))
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 2, 2010 22:13:10 GMT 8
Arthur was always on time for classes, well he always made sure he was early for them. Being late was a bad impression on other's, especially if it were his first classes. Arthur straightened his tie and fixed his hair. Not that it was useful. His hair was always a mess and his tie seemed to losen a bit as he walked. Ugh, stupid thing.
He walked through the hallways. They still seemed rather empty. He sighed as he shoved his hands in his pockets. It seemed that a lot of people were going to be late, due oversleeping.
At least that was what the Brit thought. So he was more than suprised to find someone else in the classroom as he had opened the door. He blinked twice as he looked at the Albino. "Uhm...morning..." He mumbled shyly as he walked over to his own desk and put his bag down.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 3, 2010 14:51:18 GMT 8
Gilbert hadn't even noticed the other person come in until the newcomer spoke up and greeted him in a very British accent. He let out a slightly annoyed sigh. Right when he was just about to doze off... He cracked an eye open, wondering who the hell would want to be in class this early. His drowsy gaze fell on a blond male setting his bag down.
Curiosity piqued, he blinked the sleep away from his eyes, trying to get a better look at the other student and determining whether he recognised him or not. Then he remembered that he didn't really pay attention to his surroundings during class, but the other's voice was unfamiliar to him, so Gilbert figured that he was either one of those quiet kids, or a new student.
His day had started off on a good note because of the pictures, so he let his interest in the male overshadow the irritation he felt at having been interrupted from what would have been a nice nap. He stood up.
"Yo. Morgen," he greeted back in German as he made his way to the desk next to the other's. He sat on top of it before continuing. "So. Are you new or something?"
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 3, 2010 19:10:30 GMT 8
Arthur curiously watched the Albino getting off his desk. He looked rather sleepy. Had he been sleeping here, really? He titled his head a bit. Following all of his movements with his eyes. What was the other upto?
The brit shuffled a bit on his chair as the albino sat on top of the desk next to him. He nodded slightly. "Yes, I just got here a few days ago." He crossed his legs and sat up a bit. "I'm Arthur, by the way, and you?" He asked the albino curiously.
He found the entire pressence of the German rather ineteresting. Not just because of his hair and eyes, but also his attitude. It was different from others.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 3, 2010 21:23:42 GMT 8
Gilbert gave a noise of understanding at the other--Arthur's--response, settling himself on the desk before turning to look at the Brit.
Once he finally had a clear view of the other's face, the first detail that caught his attention was those eyebrows. He smirked, then opened his mouth, ready to insult--er...comment on them, but stopped when he caught sight of another of Arthur's features: his eyes.
They were coloured a striking emerald green, and Gilbert's first thought when he looked at them was that he had to take a picture. He would never admit it in words, but he was a photographer who appreciates beauty. And he had to admit that while he thought Arthur's eyes were beautiful, the Brit himself wasn't bad-looking either.
Realizing that he had yet to give an actual reply, the albino sent his companion a bright grin. "Nice to meet ya, Artie," he said, the nickname slipping out naturally. "I'm the awesome Gilbert Beilschmidt."
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 3, 2010 21:40:23 GMT 8
Arthur noticed the other was looking at him. And thus he looked back at Gilbert. "Nice to meet you".. Then a slight blush covered his cheeks and he pouted a bit." A-and don't call me Artie."
The Brit tried to change the subject. He really didn't like nicknames. Then he noticed something in the other's hair. Arthur smiled a bit, thinking it was cute. "What's his name?" he asked him curiously, nodding at the top of his haid.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 3, 2010 22:45:28 GMT 8
"Huh?" Gilbert frowned and raised an eyebrow in confusion. He lifted a hand to his head, wondering what Arthur was referring to. His fingers brushed soft, warm fur, and the grin went back to his face.
"Gilbird! I was wondering where you were!" he said to the chick, not really caring if he looked weird talking to it. Chuckling at the bird's happy chirps as it flew onto the German's open hand, he looked back at Arthur. "This is Gilbird, my awesome pet. Gilbird, this is Artie." He smirked at the Brit, recalling his reaction to the nickname. "Yes, I'm still gonna call you Artie. It sounds cooler."
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 3, 2010 23:27:23 GMT 8
Arthur watched the Albino curiously. How could he had not felt a bird sitting on top of his head. Gilbird? Talking about originality. But the Brit didn't comment about it and just looked back at the bird and smiled slightly.
"He's cute." He told Gilbert as the bird chirped rather cheerfully. His smile disappeared however and looked away from Gilbert. "It's not." He told him. He didn't like to be called Artie.
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Post by GILBERT BEILSCHMIDT on Oct 4, 2010 0:16:21 GMT 8
Gilbert nodded in agreement at Arthur's remark about his pet. "He's cute, and pretty badass too," he declared, knowing how the small bird was a big help with some of the pranks he pulled. He laughed as Gilbird flew back to settle on his makeshift nest on his owner's head.
His attention was brought back to Arthur though when he noticed the Brit's smile disappear. It made him frown a little as well. What's his deal with the name 'Artie'? He sighed, thinking that the blond probably had a good reason for the dislike, and relented. "Fine," he began, leaning forward to speak against the Brit's ear. "Arthur."
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Post by ARTHUR KIRKLAND on Oct 4, 2010 0:35:31 GMT 8
Arthur wouldn't call the little bird badass. But he really was so small and adorable. The Brit had to stop himself from asking if he could pet it. He watched the bird settle back into the Germans' hair. Well he must be comfortable on his haid. His hair seems rather soft.
Cheeks flushed as Gilbert said his name closer to his ear, which also made him shiver. "O-okay." He said as he scooted away from the Albino. He was just too close. Arthur didn't like it when strangers invaded his personal space.
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