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Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Nov 27, 2010 22:02:21 GMT -5
Tino leafed through his wallet as he stood in-line to buy a ticket for the next showing, flipping past old documents and receipts strewn in-between bills. The line moved and so did the man, frowning a little. He smiled soon after however, having found the item he was looking for—a University ID. He hoped they had discounts here, because he really couldn't afford the full price for a ticket. As the line moved closer, he wondered if Hanatamago was doing okay, or if the little white fluffball had realized that Tino had left him all alone yet. He hoped the dog wouldn't tear anything up while he was gone. This wasn't a very long play anyways, it was supposed to go on for an hour and a half. The blonde made a mental note to walk him when he got back to the dorms.
He began to wonder if he'd recognize anyone here, be they in the play or attending it. He barely knew anyone however, so if someone went to the same school, the chances were slim that he would recognize them. Ah, just one more person and he'd be able to buy a ticket, hopefully! He thought about the show in question, a romance, and his cheeks went pink. Tino loved romances to be truthful, they pulled him into another world in which he could forget his troubles. Fantasy was always his favorite, ever since his mother had sat on his little bed and read him to sleep, his younger self drifting off into dreams in which he saved a princess from some unknown evil force. These days however, in his dreams Tino was that princess, and a certain knight in shining armor usually came to save him. His cheeks flushed darker and he made himself calm down, to transform even slightly in a place like this would have been a bad idea, to say the least.
His heartbeat slowed down to normal again and his cheeks went back to their naturally rosy hue as the person before him moved, and Tino moved forwards at last to see a girl with long auburn hair and bright green eyes behind the desk, a simple pink flower within her chocolate locks. He gave her a shy smile and pushed a platinum-blonde lock of hair out of his face. “One adult ticket, please! And ah, I don't know if it makes any difference, but...” He held up the University ID. “I-I have this too.” |
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Dec 9, 2010 19:27:29 GMT -5
Elizaveta was bored. She had no classes today, but still had to work... and come in early, no less. She tried to do an assignment - anything, really, to keep her mind occupied. (Even if thinking up guy-on-guy scenarios was fun, it wasn't exactly what one would want interrupted by a stranger looking to buy tickets).
Even so, she couldn't focus, and her mind wandered to Roderich. She wondered what he was doing; she hadn't seen him in a while... she had half a mind to text him. Surely no one would catch her...
Discretely, Elizaveta pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Roderich Edelstein <3. Roderich might not appreciate a text (he was so terribly old-fashioned), but he'd surely still read it.
Szia, Roderich. How have you been? We haven't talked in a while. I have a lunch break around 12.30. Would you call
She was interrupted by someone approaching the desk. Elizaveta helped him quickly, making sure to be polite as she sold him a ticket. She was about to turn back to her text when someone else stepped forward. It was a small boy, but he had to be at least eighteen. He was cute... much like Feliciano. He looked so innocent.... Unbidden, her mind wandered to picturing this boy in some sort of yaoi...
Oh, he wanted to buy a ticket. He had a university ID, too. So he went to her school.
Elizaveta offered the boy a smile. "Sure. Actually, we have a discount for university students. It's only about five dollars, but..." she trailed off, and set to getting the boy a ticket. "Do you want to see the noon show, or would you rather see it at three or seven?"
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