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Week One: Sunday
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?
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?
