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naetryx‌:

Alek took on a very serious expression and lowered his head slightly. “Everything, and I mean everything means something. No matter what there will always be a hidden meaning behind actions.” He paused, obviously for dramatic flair. “Just you wait buddy, I’ll find out one way or another that you’ve got a secret Webkinz account based on how you cross your legs and breathe.” 

However, Alek was never a good one at keeping a straight face in such an on the spot joke so it really only took him a couple of seconds before bouncing back to his usual neutral expression; which didn’t really last from the compliment thrown at him.

“I think you need to get your eyes checked out pretty boy, last I checked I looked like a sewer rat that didn’t make it into Ratatouille.” He let out a small chuckle at the end, imaging himself in a situation where he would live in a big city and walk down the streets in an oversized rat costume for some live action remake. Funny. 

“However, I do desperately need help and I would never turn down an offer to boost my grade in whatever way I can.” Natrix paused and ruffled through his jacket’s pocket until the familiar plastic case of his phone was felt. He did a couple of taps to find his contact book which probably took longer than needed due to his current theme of cute icons with no reference to the actual widget and opened up a new contact tab.

“Here, plop yourself in and make yourself at home.” 

Although the atmosphere was serious, Touya didn’t really let the words sink in. He wasn’t the type of person to curse over every word and action, looking for the truth behind it.

  “You sound a little bit like the mentor character in an RPG. Up to the Webkinz part, although... maybe I’m just not playing the right RPGs.”

The brunet considered Alek’s opinion on his looks, then leaned forward to gently flick his nose. It was best to nip that kind of behavior in the bud, lest it continue and grow unhealthy.

  “Beauty is always... always in the eye of the beholder. I think you’re the blind one, to not see there is some appeal in your on-the-brink druggie look. Try not to sink into narcissism though.”

He accepted the phone, typing in his number first, then putting his name in as ‘Biouya’ before saving the new contact and handing it back.

  “Be sure to text me sooner rather than later, so we can figure out when we have time to go over the notes together. Maybe I’ll even share my book with you, if you need it.”

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“What are you, some psychologist? Mirroring my actions now are you?” An extended hum followed his sentence, dragging on his question like dead weight. Touya was an interesting guy, Alek would have to give him that much at least. A good conversation that he could follow without a rush for a reply was where he really thrived and boy was he going to abuse that power.

“Well, I guess it would have to depend on what part of me you wanted ya know? I mean if you’re going to kill me then I guess my whole body can be yours but I’d prefer to keep all my limbs if you’re just coming to hang and see the wonders and horrors my apartment has to offer. I suppose I can offer my baby teeth if you want.” He finishes his spew with a crooked smile and a small exhale. 

  “Can’t I just mimic what I think looks cool? Does everything have to have a secret hidden meaning or purpose?”

Not that his intentions were innocent, he definitely wanted Alek’s favor, in whatever form it was offered. Touya hadn’t had much luck in the social department at the University. Too many people brought out his abrasive, petty side.

Which was more than fine. He didn’t mind playing the villainous figure, for the most part. That didn’t mean he was against forming other, non-rivalry relationships.

  “Oh, man--” He gives into peals of laughter, something he definitely would have resisted if there was anyone else in the room with them, but the sound of his laughter bounces off the walls uninterrupted.

  “I’m not gonna kill you, jeez. I don’t want your teeth either, so don’t worry. Your number, though, I’d be an idiot to refuse. You’re cute, and I still need to help you with this class, right? So we both get something out of it. Whad’ya say?”

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“Wow, it’s almost like we’re a perfect match! Never ask me to move anything more than 3 pounds but driving like it’s my last night on this godforsaken earth is definitely up my street.”He grinned, throwing back a plausible situation in which their life of crime would blossom. 

Natrix leaned back slightly and widened his eyes before moving his hands into a thinking pose. He shifted his eyes to an upwards left position and furrowed his brows slightly to indicate his concentration. “Ah, I’ve got it!” His voice raised a slight pitch. “I can totally pay you in like, uh..” He paused, thinking of what he actually owned that was valuable. He sucked some air through his teeth before continuing. “My devoted attention and a life history lesson of all my cursed objects- as well as a picking from them if you’d like to bring a piece of the authentic Alek experience home.”

Alright, that made him laugh. The thought of Alek keeling over under the weight of his own backpack? Comedy gold. It sounded like it belonged in a skit, or something.

Touya mirrored the thinking pose in front of him but tilted his head, like a curious dog. It was just too fun. There were too many things he could possibly say as a reaction to that offer, it was hard to choose.

  “Interesting, interesting. What if the only piece of the Alek experience that meets my standards is Alek himself? What would you do then, hmm? I really do want to know.”

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If Natrix was good at anything, it was blushing- and boy was he red. It took him a moment to formulate a response from the sheer mental shutdown that had just occurred in the span of three seconds. “Good to know I can count of you for my extracurricular hobbies!”

A small shift in his chair and Natrix had now crossed his legs for a more comfortable position, the chairs at this University didn’t seem to provide much support when sitting up straight which was irritating to his lower back. Whatever though, a little bit of shifting and his problems are all solved for the next 30 minutes probably.

The mention of South Danon had Alek perking right back up, however. “Wow, are you like a stalker or something?” He narrowed his eyes slightly in a joking manner. “I both live and work in South Danon. Southside Apartments, come kill me in my sleep- or don’t either option works in my favor I guess.”

Touya watched the miniature meltdown with a casually raised eyebrow, although on the inside he was fighting a big ol’ grin. Either it was time to add ‘successful flirt’ onto his resume or Touya had underestimated the laws of attraction once again.

  “Tough luck, there. If you ever need a getaway vehicle, don’t contact me. Hiding bodies is more my style.” (And he did want to exchange numbers before the conversation ended. He was having fun, and... well. He missed having eye candy around.)

A breathless sort of laugh escaped him and he leaned forward to rest his chin on one hand, allowing his eyes to narrow slightly, giving the illusion of intensity.

  “For free? In this economy? No, no, I would need some sort of incentive... for either, I guess”

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“You’re so spot on it hurts me, would you be my dealer in that case?” Natrix grinned and rested his head on both of his hands, eyes looking to rest on Touya in the process. 

“You’ve caught me red-handed, officer!” Natrix leaned back up and put both of his hands up in context with his words. “Definitely eBay but Craigslist seems to be popping more up more and more. My ultimate place to go to is local thrift shops though, you never know what might pop up between the dusty shelves.”

With a theatrical shrug and equally dramatic wink, Touya presses a slender finger to his lips in a ‘hush’ motion.

  “No one needs to know the particulars of our alternate selves, I think. But between you and me? Absolutely. You’d be irresistible... as a client.”

He didn’t really need any insight into the world of questionable purchases, but knowing the occasional special conditions he had to deal with as a pizza delivery guy, who knows. Maybe it would come in handy later.

  “Do you spend a lot of time in South Danon, then, Mister Anthropology Major? I hear that’s the place to be when it comes to definitely haunted but also just creepy material. Not that I’ve been there outside of work.”

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“Aww what gave me away?” Alek faked a whine, frowning slightly in the process before quickly throwing back on a bright smile. He couldn’t help but throw a glance at the leg reaching to under his chair and raised a brow slightly but said no words about the action.

“A vet huh? I never would have guessed. You look like the kind of dude that would sell drugs and give up on college entirely.” Alek laughed a little before finding himself calm enough to continue. “Interesting likes, I’ll make sure to sell that information to the government. As for myself, uh.” He paused, inhaling and making a pretty flat expression. “I like dumpster diving, collecting cursed stuff, and veggie straws. Yeah, that sounds about right. Oh, I’m also majoring in Anthropology.” 

Touya wrinkles his nose at the thought of dealing drugs. With his scientific background that was actually plausible, although not particularly appealing. Too much room for error.

    “In another life, maybe. If I’m the one who looks like he deals drugs, you definitely look like the type to be a casual addict. The dump diving and collecting is all on brand, though. Where do you collect off of? Ebay?”

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Natrix hummed at the warm hands of Touya and relaxed his whole body to slump forward into a more comfortable position. “Mmm always cold no matter what, works great when scaring friends but not the best with strangers.” He grins a little at a memory featuring a student screaming for an ambulance when he had fallen asleep outside by the garden. What a day.

 “But enough about me, Touya Case, tell me about yourself. Preferably your credit card number, address, and social security number but I guess your major and interests work fine too.” 

Touya lets out a soft hum, then crooks an eyebrow at Alek.

  “Dropping the pretense of needing my notes already, hm? Striking right for attempted impersonation? Too bad I’ve already caught you, and foiled your dastardly plan.”

He relaxes similarly, sinking down in his chair in the way his papa always scolded him for and sticking one of his legs under the table and the other under Alek’s chair.

  “I’m here for Veterinary Medicine. Looking to take care of animals for a living. I enjoy sea food and card games, as well as collecting decks of cards. What about yourself?”

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“Absolutely not, the book was too much and I have other priorities.” Natrix stated while staring at the really nice looking bag that pretty boy owned. What priorities one might ask? well, Alek’s addiction to cursed clown dolls and furbies wasn’t going to support itself. Or maybe it would he pondered- what would happen if he tried to appease a spirit to steal some for him? A theory he would have to test later. 

Natrix looked down to the hand awaiting his own and quickly threw his cold hand in. “Oh you have some really warm hands, let me just uhh…” He trailed off, shoving his other hand in with the original to warm up. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m Aleksander Vladimir Voronkov but you can call me anytime.” 

“But for real, you can call me Alek or Natrix- whichever works.” 

He allows himself a soft laugh of shock at how shameless this “Alek or Natrix” guy is, but indulges him by wrapping both of his reasonably warm hands around the smaller guy’s ice-cold one.

  “Maybe I’ll call you ‘ice cube’ instead.” Touya pokes fun with a sharp grin. “Or ‘stuck in my personalized Winter climate, please send help’. You always this cold to the touch?”

This whole encounter is highly entertaining, on the base level, where no one is hurt except by exclusion. Not bad for a first conversation. The aspiring vet is pleasantly surprised by the fact.

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Being awoken from a nap was always the worst. Groggy, foul tasting mouth along with sandbags and the very noticeable ‘I just woke up voice’ that somehow made Natrix sound even more roughed up than he already was all came into one very messy package. The worst part, however, was the disorientation of where he was and who had woken him up. 

It took Alek a good couple of seconds before he could really understand what was going on. Finally, his eyes had adjusted enough to understand that the pretty boy next to him had offered some notes, and god did Alek need em. 

“I’ll literally throw myself at your feet for some notes, please and thank you.” He replied quickly and with the most excited tone he could muster. Alek couldn’t help falling asleep, he really couldn’t. Biology was his worst subject and things like atoms and ATP just confused him, it also didn’t help that his professor had one of the smoothest voices- a very bad combo for poor Natrix. 

Well, that was strangely easy. Touya’s eyes narrow with amusement, and he fights not to smile wider then he already is.

He turns and reaches into his classy, over the shoulder tote bag and pulls out the hot pink notepad containing all the material he’s gleaned from the lectures, as well as the book required from the class.

  “Sucks that the dude didn’t try and find an alternative to a two hundred dollar hardcover, right? I had to rent mine from one of his old students, and that jackass tried to scam me. You manage to get your hands on one?”

The brunet pauses after placing the items on the table, then holds his hand out for a handshake.

  “Touya Case. I go by Touya. What do I call you, sleeper?”

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Touya didn’t have a particularly good memory for faces or voices. That, combined with his general apathy for other people, made recognizing people he had regular (if minimal) contact with difficult.

It helped if the person did something significantly memorable, consistently, such as fall asleep before the professor walked into the room. Maybe while sitting right next to him, due to how crowded biology classes could be.

He helps himself to the seat next to the silver haired sleeper agent with a smile and tips his cheek into one hand, casually.

    “Why hello there. I don’t suppose you need any notes from bio with Professor Cohing?”

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@sexy-lesbian-with-a-scar

Bored. Boring. Bore. Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to do. A lack of interesting things to dig into left Touya like a melted slushy of a person-- tasteless and watered down all at once.

This meant his forms of entertainment became a little more varied, a little less harmless and in good fun. It meant, on occasion, following an acquainted stranger in the street and asking them random, useless questions.

He didn’t have anything against the fair-faced blonde he was pseudo-stalking-- was it stalkinig if he was literally right at her arm, in plain sight, complaining loudly about the weather, the economy, literally anything that came to mind?

Eh.

    “--and that’s why I think dogs should vote. Thoughs? Questions, comments, and-or concerns? I’m open to everything and anything, as you can probably tell from... our last thirty minutes together! Wow, you sure are holding out like a champ!”

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     As someone who focused on the details of most everything he was into(especially about a certain show that inspired his entire existence to an extent), Izuku often got lost in thought. He’d made a note to try and not doing so when others were around, since that wouldn’t exactly be a good wrap to have when you’re the new kid in school. The weird one that mumbled to himself often.

     But, as it would just so happen, something came across his mind as he was going for a snack in between classes. ‘If this hero were to face a certain villain, would there be an accurate way for them to get out of the situation without damaging others, or even the property around them? It would make sense if they used a certain move that got them away from civilization–’ he was gone to the wind.

     ‘Well, maybe if this getting out wouldn’t do it, they could minimize the damages by–‘

     Someone was talking to him. Uh oh.

     “Oh, y-yeah!“ God, hopefully they hadn’t heard him. He could never tell if he was mumbling or not, but people would tend to find it weird. “I mean, I just couldn’t decide–“ That was a whole lot less embarrassing than admitting that you got lost in thought over fictional superheroes. “Oreos, you said? That would be nice– Something sweet did sound pretty good, but what about salty? Have you got any recommendations for that?“ He was rambling. Obvious he was hiding something.

Touya was, put simply, pretty easily amused. It helped that people were amusing as their default state, and this mousy little mumbler was no exception. He didn’t bother hiding the lift in his eyes, the amused upturn of his lip.

    “They sell pretzels on the other side of campus. I wouldn’t suggest the vending machine pretzels-- they end up tasting pretty dry, no matter when you pull them out.” He was careful to play at playing along. No need to cause a freak-out apology session. Although, that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease a little, right? Right.

    “Not that it seems to matter too much, hmhm? What’s your deal here?” That, of course, meant name and major technically, but this guy was pretty nervous so who knew how he’d interpret it. How fun.

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tomatopotatokimchi‌:

Rizzo huffed in his mask, he uncovered his nose but still felt claustrophobic. He thought he had gotten over this but, we all have bad days don’t we? He sighed and laid his head down onto the desk. 

Another terrible addition to his problem was the fact that this class was for speaking, which means he would have to take the mask off anyways. Why must dysphoria be such a pain in the ass? Honestly? He really wanted to kill his body of trash sometimes- but then again that was a different story.

He began spinning a small pen in his fingers, softly hitting the table each time he swung it back and forth. The noise was soothing, almost matched a song beat..Hm. He avoided temptation to tap his other hand. At all costs, this is in class, ya can’t beat box in class…he learned that the hard way. Rizzo was almost lost in the fumbling of his pen but he heard someone flop into the seat next to him,making his shoulders jump to alert. After the thump a voice quickly followed.

His head arose to look at the person beside him. ‘Tickled to meet me’? That’s a new one. Rizzo took a small wave and formed a smile, even though it was hidden behind his mask.

“Hiya, Hiya. I’m Rizzo Bianchi. Nice to meet you too.” His voice was somewhat low and husky, the Italian accent blurting out like alarms going off.

What a friendly dude! Touya had really lucked out, and he showed his delight of this fact by twisting his smile into something more genuinely friendly, less forced, less ‘because-I-have-to’ now.

    “Riz-zo, Bi-an-chi?” He tasted it. Tested it. Clicked his tongue and nodded, decisively. It was the kind of name his sister would exchange for a nickname for immediately. 

    “Good name. It’s strong, hardly forgettable. Any name looks common next to it. Let me guess... European? You look like you have some strong European blood, with something a little zestier mixed in. I’d guess Southern Europe if I was forced to. How am I doing so far?”

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@tomatopotatokimchi

It was a displeasing but irrefutable fact that Touya spent most of his time on campus - even though it made sense, considering his career path - and most of the time he could stomach it.

That was until it came to classes required by the college. He’d done his best to make his counselor understand that he didn’t need to take a public speaking course but it looked like there was no getting out of it.

The brunet dumped his messenger bag onto one of the long tables closest to the door and smiled amiably at the person sharing the table with him.

  “Yo, I suppose we should get along, considering the class. I’m C- Touya Case, tickled to meet’cha.”

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Touya wasn’t as good as categorizing people as his sister was but he was willing to bet the guy fretting - well, mumbling and staring off into space, same deal - by the student-owned coffee machines was his underclassman.

Sure, the term wasn’t commonly used in European countries, but he wasn’t strictly European so he could... probably... get away with calling a junior that. Probably.

He shook out his mane of dark brown waves, a stubborn mess at the best of times and a literal jungle at the worst, and approached with a grin.

  “Yo, Joe, lose your change to the snack machine or are you still deciding on your purchase? I would go for the Oreos, they sell out quickly.”

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@dcviltears liked for a starter

Whether he liked it or not, Touya seemed to ooze trouble. It was probably the smile he tried to make casual and welcoming since it became sharp and challenging with the lift of an eyebrow.

Usually, it was easy to get out of trouble as quickly as he got into it, though occasionally karma had to take a bite out of him. He couldn’t really afford to bend to karma’s whims today, though.

  “Oh, isn’t that the guy you were talking about?” He ruthlessly tosses someone walking nearby under the bus, expression confused but otherwise blank. Too much acting would give him away, no doubt.

It only really works because the people bothering him ARE looking for someone else, and they’re rather stupid. Touya pities the whole lot, and whoever’s in charge of them.

  “If you’re looking for a fight, he looks wa-a-ay more equipped to do so than I am.” A lie, but not one Touya would admit to.

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@featan liked for a starter

Touya was pretty aware he was an unstoppable force when he had his mind set on something, even if that something seemed unimportant.

What he’s trying to say is even if his favorite coffee shop is crowded to the point of bursting, he’s gonna sit down at his table and drink his green tea iced coffee with whole milk.

  “C’n I sit here?” He grins at the person currently occupying the table in question, his receipt in one hand and the other flashing a casual peace sign. Even if it’s an older man Touya isn’t going to conform to some kiss-ass personality... unless money is involved. Then all bets are off.