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azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-26 02:18 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2001-09-26 02:18 pm
Get A Room
Darkside and I had a very quiet morning together. He'd brought one of his RPG humor books, and we bent our heads together over that and sat very close, arms brushing, feet touching, as he pointed out his favorite bits.
The computer lab opened, but Darkside and I weren't done reading the book. So we stayed in the cafeteria, all the time in the world, just us two.
We did race to the comic strip the moment we got in there, though, and that was fun as usual. After checking his usual websites to see that there was nothing new, Darkside wandered over to Neighbor and began sharing the book with him. I wandered with him, and we stood there happily until Darkside's first class was about to begin. In the lab, still with no lack of space to stand, Darkside and I stood close to each other, less than an inch between my arm and his.
Darkside and I walked to his class together. The teacher wasn't there yet, so we stood out in the hall chatting about small issues of little import. I had earlier mentioned my schedule for the day, in that I only had the one class, while he had four. He bided his time, and then, as we stood there chatting, darted out his hand and caught me by the throat. I smiled at him as I extracted myself from his grasp -- but as we were still standing there in the hall with him glaring mildly and me with his strong hand gripping my larynx, Shrimpy walked down the hall and yelled, "Get a room, you two!"
Darkside got a dangerous expression, the sort that I know to be mostly mocking. "I'm gonna get ya, Shrimpy!" he said, or words to that effect.
Shrimpy took off running and disappeared inside the classroom.
"You go that way, I'll go this way," I said, and Darkside and I each barged in through one of the classroom's doors and went after Shrimpy, with mayhem in our eyes.
Shrimpy dodged us through the sea of desks and did ultimately manage to evade us.
Darkside and I didn't discuss it. There are some things we just don't touch with ten foot poles, and the idea of us being together is one of them. I don't know how he'd respond these days. Darkside is mean to Shrimpy just on principle, but how do I interpret this, or do I?
I suppose I had better just relax and let the chips fall where they may, and enjoy what I've got. Deliver me from clever art.
The computer lab opened, but Darkside and I weren't done reading the book. So we stayed in the cafeteria, all the time in the world, just us two.
We did race to the comic strip the moment we got in there, though, and that was fun as usual. After checking his usual websites to see that there was nothing new, Darkside wandered over to Neighbor and began sharing the book with him. I wandered with him, and we stood there happily until Darkside's first class was about to begin. In the lab, still with no lack of space to stand, Darkside and I stood close to each other, less than an inch between my arm and his.
Darkside and I walked to his class together. The teacher wasn't there yet, so we stood out in the hall chatting about small issues of little import. I had earlier mentioned my schedule for the day, in that I only had the one class, while he had four. He bided his time, and then, as we stood there chatting, darted out his hand and caught me by the throat. I smiled at him as I extracted myself from his grasp -- but as we were still standing there in the hall with him glaring mildly and me with his strong hand gripping my larynx, Shrimpy walked down the hall and yelled, "Get a room, you two!"
Darkside got a dangerous expression, the sort that I know to be mostly mocking. "I'm gonna get ya, Shrimpy!" he said, or words to that effect.
Shrimpy took off running and disappeared inside the classroom.
"You go that way, I'll go this way," I said, and Darkside and I each barged in through one of the classroom's doors and went after Shrimpy, with mayhem in our eyes.
Shrimpy dodged us through the sea of desks and did ultimately manage to evade us.
Darkside and I didn't discuss it. There are some things we just don't touch with ten foot poles, and the idea of us being together is one of them. I don't know how he'd respond these days. Darkside is mean to Shrimpy just on principle, but how do I interpret this, or do I?
I suppose I had better just relax and let the chips fall where they may, and enjoy what I've got. Deliver me from clever art.