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Who: Kate, and Rufus
What: Early birthday dinner?, and conversation
When: Monday evening
Where: Starting out in their room, and then...

In two days time, he'd be twenty. Twenty, and already married. Legally, or so he supposed. Was it legal, if it hadn't yet been consummated? He was sure it was... at least, he hoped. Why would that be such an important step? Yes, the point of most marriages was for the purpose of starting a family, but they weren't to that point yet. Likely wouldn't be for some time. They had made a huge commitment, yes, but that didn't mean they had rushed the progress of all aspects of their relationship. They hadn't dated long before, and neither were very knowledgeable about the whole physical relations thing. He also didn't want Kate to feel rushed, or obligated, just because they were married. He'd married her, because he loved her, not because he wanted automatic access to her knickers. He was strange in that sense. Most boys his age were obsessed with sex. He saw it more as a fact of nature... one that still made him blush.

Rufus was thankful that the school required them to separate the week before the full. As where meditation used to be able to keep him in line, now with the temptations of a wife, he found it more difficult to control himself. You didn't become fond of someone's scent, their kisses, their touch, and not have the animal within you take notice. That wasn't to say that he would ever let it get the better of him, but, until he had more study behind him, he didn't want to tempt it. He was happy with what progress they'd had so far. Full blown snog sessions, and heavy petting. He wasn't complaining. Besides, he wanted that first time to be special, to have some sort of meaning. Not just the result of a make out session gone crazy.

After class, he'd logged in a couple of hours at work. There was no show till the following night, so, he got everything set up, that way there would be less to do the following night. After work, he'd stopped by, and bought a shadow box from one of the local stores. He needed something to put his painted guitar picks in, and thought a shadow box would be perfect. He didn't want to use them, for fear that the paint might chip. Even though Wes said he'd sprayed them enough that it wouldn't come off. Still, there was always the chance he could lose one of them, and he didn't want that at all. Pushing open their door room door, his eyes scanned the room, coming to rest upon his wife. "Hiya." He said, crossing the distance between them, and placing a kiss to her lips. "You haven't been waiting too long, have you?" He questioned, setting his purchase down on the computer desk.

Who: Kate, and Rufus
Where: Kate's Room
When: Early evening
What: The newly weds back together again!

It had been over a week now. They'd been married for over a week, and he hadn't seen her since the night of their wedding. Yes, they had chatted on the phone, shared e-mails, but they hadn't been able to see, hug, kiss, or touch one another. Nothing of the sort. Which wasn't at all fun, seeing that they were so found of the embraces they shared. However, it would have been a complete lie, to say that he hadn't enjoyed his time at home. He had, very much. Being in India again, had been an absolutely amazing. Janka, his wife, and their two eldest children had been waiting for him at the airport. From there, they drove to the families home. It was on the ride, that he told them about getting married. Not surprising, they had all been shocked. As well as disappointed, seeing as Janka's eldest daughter, had always held a soft spot for the Scotsman. Not surprising, Janka had been angry with him, because Kate had not come along.

Aside from missing Kate madly, the entire week, he had enjoyed himself. Walking the streets of Bangladesh, playing music for a bit of pocket money, learning new tricks from Janka. Most of which he still hadn't mastered, he would certainly need to practice them, if he wished to have them learned, before the next return trip. Strange, he was already thinking about the next break, and how he didn't plan to see his father that time around. For some reason, he had a feeling that the two would not be on speaking terms at the time. It could just be his pesimistic side showing, but he didn't know what would happen to his relationship with his father, once he learend about Kate.

Leaving had been bittersweet. He would have liked to have spent more time at home, but he was also anxious to get back, and see everyone again. To see Kate. That was why, when he did finally make it back, he literally dropped his stuff onto his bed, dug out Kate's gifts, and headed over to her house. It took him a short while to get in, but luckily, he was able to find her room easy enough, thanks to someone friendly enough to point it out. He couldn't figure out why he felt nervous. Maybe because he feared that the time apart might have changed her mind about him. Or maybe because of the blue velvet box in his jeans pocket. It could be a number of reasons.

Lifting his hand, he knocked briskly upon her door. Swallowing, as he stood back, waiting for her to appear within it's frame. As he heard the handle turn, he found himself straightening up, his eyes glued to the door, as it opened. "Hey..." He said softly, smiling down at her. "I just got back, came over straight away."

Who: Clove, and Rufus
When: After classes
Where: Their room, in the House of Fire
What: Roomies chatting about girls

It was one of those rare days, when homework, rather than going outside, and do a bit of lyrical writing, was occupying his afternoon. Most of it was completed, but there was still one paper to write, and that hadn't been distracting enough, to keep him from picking up his guitar. The acoustic had been receiving far too much attention lately. The '62 Fender Jaguar, was plugged into the amp, while is rested top his thighs. Rufus was perched on the end of his bed, as he strummed lightly at the cords, testing to see how out of tune she had become during the weeks of neglect. Even though it was a bit sacrilegious to play at such a low volume, it was the only option he had, while playing in the dorms. Oh hell, a little louder wouldn't hurt.

Leaning over, he turned the amp up by a few points, giving it a test strum... wasn't too loud. He wasn't in the mood for singing, which was probably a good thing, for anyone who might happen upon him. So, something that could stand alone without words would have to do. Hendrix was always the best bet for that. He's been such an incredible talent, that the guitar usually carried the song. Was it safe to say, that Rufus was obsessed with music, it was yes. He knew this. But he loved it, and didn't hurt anyone, did it?

It wasn't always the focus of his thoughts though. Especially since arriving at Halcyon. He'd discovered other rather appealing distractions. In the form of girls, and... even though it was nerdy to say, course work. Which he enjoyed. He was a strange one like that. But, seeing as he was still trying to work out whom exactly he preferred, music was the distraction for the moment. Rufus never would have thought, in a million years, that he'd be smitten with not one, but two girls. As his fingers began to play, there was a distinctly bluish tone to the song. Red House had always been a favorite of his, because it did showcase the guitar in such a way.

Who: Adam, and Rufus.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: Adam's room.
What: An oh so fun musical lesson, maybe.

There was no way in hell, that he was the tallest bloke there? That aside, people were starring at him, as if he were. Then again, it could be a number of things, drawing peoples attention, as he passed through the corridors of the school. It might very well be the acoustic guitar, hanging from one shoulder. Or the reeds of his bagpipes sticking out of the top of his backpack. Or maybe even his hair, which was hanging in lose curtains of ginger, around his face, and shoulders. Fuck, it might be his height, who knew? There couldn't be a great many 6'4", nineteen year olds running about, could there? Back home, he had grown rather use to people looking at him oddly. Well, not so much oddly, more so with fascination. His hair had been greatly admired on the streets of Bangladesh, were he, and Janak played each weekend.

Being the friendly bloke that he was, Rufus merely smiled, and nodded to those who he passed, and made eye contact with. No need to be rude, he should be trying to make friends anyway. He was a bit anxious, and excited about this little meeting with Adam. He'd been the first person to really reach out to him, since he arrived at the school. Rufus was curious to see if a real friendship could be built between the two. It also helped that Adam was set on finding Rufus a girlfriend. What bloke, who liked girls, wouldn't want a girlfriend?

He'd never been to good with women. It seemed to one of the area's, which he lacked confidence. When he was younger, his time was spent either studying, playing music, or performing. He never really sought out the attention of girls. But now, at the school, where you couldn't turn a corner, without running into a very good looking one, it was hard to ignore. At nineteen, he felt that he'd deprived himself in a way. Most blokes were far along in their dealings with the---- not weaker sex, cause really, women could handle things that men could never--- with the better looking sex, yes, that was a better way to put it, by nineteen. It was something he wished to change, the sooner, the better. Hell, there was even a certain brunette which had caught his eye.

A large hand raised, to tap against the door of Adam's room. Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned sideways, against the door frame. This had been the perfect time to venture over. It seemed that his room mate was expecting company, and he figured it would be rude to hang about, when they likely wanted alone time. It was the least he could do, after Clove had agreed to room with him, after having his own place for so long. It was also likely, that his constant strumming this weekend, may have become some what annoying. It wasn't something he could help, when he slipped into that mind frame. Their was a song scratching at his brain, and it wouldn't come out in more than a piece at a time. Truly frustrating. Perhaps this little musical lesson, would help to bring the song out a bit more?