InsaneJournal

Who: Sam and Archer
What: Being nerds
Where: The lobby, then some coffee shop
When: Sunday at 12
Warnings: Epic nerdiness and dorkery


He was apprehensive to use the word "excited," but Archer was actually feeling something close to it as he buttoned up his shirt in front of the mirror. He hadn't expected to meet another scientist in this horrid building, and as an added stroke of luck, he was interested in molecular biology. It was similar to his line of work, so very similar, that it filled him with something he assumed was joy. After all, it wasn't every day that he met somebody that he could talk to about such matters. Most people were afraid of science. It took special people, certain people, to embrace it.

Though Archer always did his best not to expect too much from people - after all, most of them were ridiculous - he had to admit that he had high hopes for this Samuel. He seemed to be fairly intelligent - party ambitions aside - and his interests were, well, interesting. At the very least, they could speak without Archer becoming painfully bored by his dribble.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt, looking down at himself self-consciously. He hadn't meant to essentially tell this stranger that he often went underfed, and yet he had done just that. So he had tried to choose clothing that didn't exaggerate his bony physique. A button-down shirt created the illusion of mass, and his jeans were just baggy enough to look normal. Running a hand through his hair, he adjusted his glasses before leaving his apartment.

After locking his door, Archer slid the keys into his pocket and walked down the hallway, down the stairs and into the lobby. He glanced around, wondering if Samuel would indeed appear. He glanced at his watch, seeing that it was indeed twelve o'clock, and stuffed his hands in his pockets to take his mind off it. He would be there soon, of course.