Claudia. (veterinary) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-10-25 22:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, anthony liu, claudia corbett |
WHO: Anthony Liu and Claudia Corbett
WHAT: Date Gossip and nagging.
WHEN: Sunday October 21 (backdated)
WHERE: Anthony and Julian's orom
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete!
Julian and Anthony’s room went through different phases. Sometimes it was neat, sometimes it was messy to the point that they ended up wearing each other’s clothes. That day, the level of the messiness in the boys’ room was relatively low, though Anthony was wearing his roommate’s pullover without realizing it. His fingers dragged themselves across the keyboard, attempting to type out a Literature essay that was already overdue. While he had finished reading the class material, Anthony was still unable to understand the very long poem. He pressed the Backspace key impatiently as he realized that his sentence didn’t make sense. The weekend had been great, and he wished that it never ended. Letting out an inward groan, he closed the Word document and went to sit on his bed instead, grabbing a One Piece manga he had brought from home to read. Seeing as Anthony was one of her favourite people here and she had helped clarify that Anthony’s date with Chelsea was actually a date, Claudia was very interested in hearing how it had gone. “Anthony, it’s me,” she called through the door, knocking a couple of times. Since Claudia was also one of Anthony’s favourite people, he welcomed the distraction and added this in the list of excuses that he was using to procrastinate on his homework. Putting his comic aside, he opened the door to let her in, smiling brightly when he saw her. “Hey, what’s up?” He knew, though, that his question was unnecessary -- Anthony had a feeling that she was there to ask him how his date had went. “Hey,” she replied, smiling back at him. “Just wanted to see how last night went,” she added, taking a seat on his desk chair, which, unlike her own, didn’t require moving a whole lot of stuff off it first. “It seemed to be going well at Carter’s party but what about afterwards?” He stifled a laugh at her question, amused at how she went straight to the topic of the date. Sitting down on Julian’s chair, he scooted closer to her. “It was good,” his smile widened, if that was even possible; it was obvious that he was pleased with how it had gone. It was still weird to think that last night he had been on a date, and ironic to think that it was IVI of all places that gave him the chance to go on one. “I guess it would just be nicer if there were other things to do, or other places to go,” but as he leaned back against the chair, it was clear that he was not that bothered. “I’m glad it went well!” she told him. She was genuinely happy for him, even if it sucked for her that another one of her friends was getting coupled up. It had only been one date, it wasn’t like he was spending all his time with Chelsea. “I think there are options for dates if you can be creative,” she said. “At least there’s the cafe now too, and she knows there’s no where to really go here so hopefully her expectations aren’t super high or anything.” Anthony tilted his head slightly, looking at his best friend thoughtfully. “I guess I could try something different next time.” He wasn’t sure whether he’d be able to come up with something creative, but he didn’t see anything wrong with trying, and he did want to go on another date with her. Opening his mouth to ask her if she had found someone she liked, he remembered that she had told him that she still liked her ex-boyfriend. It seemed like a sensitive subject, and Anthony didn’t want to make her sad. He gave her a warm smile. “Thanks for helping me out,” he told her instead. “Find out what she likes and try to work something out around that,” Claudia suggested. “It’s no problem, I don’t mind helping. We can make a list of possible date ideas,” she said, turning back to Anthony’s desk to find a pen and some paper. “What did you guys do after you left Carter’s party?” she asked, wanting him to fill her in on the rest of the date as she searched through his stuff. Relief was all over his face when she offered to help. To be honest, he almost felt a little bad that he was probably bothering her, but he was rather inexperienced, and certainly didn’t help that they were stuck in IVI. He wasn’t good at coming up with what to do when there wasn’t much to work with in the first place, even with the new additions. “Okay, I’ll ask her,” he nodded in agreement, making a mental note to remember this later. “We took a walk and talked about stuff,” he went on, lifting his shoulders. There was a pause, before he finally added, somewhat sheepishly, “and we kissed by the end of the date. I guess that’s a good sign.” “Usually a good sign,” she agreed. “I don’t think Chelsea is the type to-” she stopped, her attention turning to one of the pieces of paper she’d found in his desk drawers. “What’s this?” she asked accusingly, holding it up so he could see it. Anthony waved a hand dismissively at one of his marked papers for History. “Last week’s homework,” he answered flippantly, unaware that she was appalled over his grade. “What were you saying before?” “I thought you liked history,” she replied, confused how his mark could be so bad in a subject he liked more than something like maths. Claudia personally hated History, but even when she’d had to do it in High School she had made sure she got good marks. “Did you even try with this homework?” “I do,” he let out a sigh. It was the truth. Anthony would rather take arts subjects rather that Science and Maths. He did find it interesting, even if it was difficult. “I just work better when I’m not graded,” Anthony muttered. Without realizing it, he was actually giving her the same excuse he used to give to his parents when he was in high school. “That doesn’t even make sense!” Claudia exclaimed. “How can you even know you’re doing better if you’re not getting feedback on how well you are doing?” She needed marks to know that the effort she was putting into the work was worth it. Even assignments that didn’t contribute much to her overall grade but still required a fair bit of research and work seemed not so bad when she received a mark she was happy with. She knew that not everyone worked the same as her but doing better in ungraded work didn’t make any sense to her. Instead of appearing offended that his logic -- and possibly intelligence -- was being disputed, Anthony let out a laugh at how horrified she looked. “It’s less stressful that way when there’s no expectations,” he told her cheerfully. “Come on, Claws, I can’t be the only one to hate exams and tests.” But he also noticed that Claudia rarely made a big deal out of things, and if she was fussing over his grades, then it probably meant something. “I just need more time to get adjusted to my classes.” She did know people who, despite seeming to know what they were required to know, were terrible at exams and often did terribly in them, but handing in homework was less high stress than exams were. “I just think it’s important that you focus on your studies.” Studying and doing well academically were something Claudia really cared about and she often forgot that not everyone felt the same. “Marks are probably part of what they look at when they’re checking that you’re not getting into trouble and considering whether you can take field trips to heal people,” she pointed out, hoping that would convince him to try harder. Anthony looked at her skeptically. He wasn’t that naive to think that his history marks would count into his qualification of being able to heal someone. Claudia seemed so earnest about it, though, and he already knew better from numerous experiences of being nagged that there was no point in arguing about it. “Okay, teacher,” he told her solemnly, though there was still humour in his tone. “I’m going to start checking,” she warned him. “Before you can hang out with me and help with the plans to take over the world you have to do your homework.” If that didn’t work as incentive she didn’t know what would! He stared at her in disbelief, letting out a weird sound of a gasp and a laugh combined. "You're not serious," he gave her an expectant smile. "Right?" Claudia didn’t smile back, completely serious about this. “School is important,” she replied. “Once you get your grades up we can get back to taking over the world.” |