deceases: (clicking now faster; faster; faster)
natsuno yuuki/koide ( 結城/小出 夏野 ) ([personal profile] deceases) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute2014-10-24 10:29 pm

video;

I just transferred.

[ A short - and slightly blunt - statement. It's almost given as some sort of disclaimer in the sense of "so don't expect me to really know anything just yet" more than anything else.. it's probably also why a proper introduction is missing. He's not the social type, and he sure doesn't like drawing attention to himself to begin with, so maybe he's just hoping to keep it as short as possible.

A small pause, as if he's thinking of how to word something, but then he just sighs. He probably shouldn't take up too much time with this or lunch break is over, huh. ]


What do you do when your annoying roommate just won't shut up. [ Not even bothering to filter it from said roommate. He gives exactly zero shits.

(Also yes, that's apparently the whole question.) ]
niepokonany: (She IS a mite unpredictable.)

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[personal profile] niepokonany 2014-10-28 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Exactly! Like, what kind of pawn of Western Decadence has time for playing nice, right?

[Nice, he generally is, but he's not good at pleasantries, and worse still at pretending at niceness when he's not feeling it.]

Also, to be fair, that bitch was basic as Hell.

And it's never perfect, but there's no place like it, huh?
theveilisin: (She'll attack us both with a fire poker)

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[personal profile] theveilisin 2014-10-28 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a moment, Luvander thinks of the old barracks where the Dragons had been stationed a large portion of the time; of the sleeping hall where old socks and dirty magazines were strewn around, the common room in which expensive furniture and mats and pillows had been crammed, somehow achieving the impression of dingy luxury. He thinks of the palace and the room they had occupied there as stately occasions demanded it, all stern opulence and silence flooding in from all corners of the building around them.

Both were probably burned to the ground, but neither place was home.

But then he thought about tripping over Merritt's damn boots, and Havemercy's filthy morning temper, and Niall singing loudly as he cooked, and Spiridon painting little frescoes - sometimes quite rude - in nail polish on the walls, and Ivory playing the piano. That was where his home was. If they were alive, he'd find it again.]


And if there are too many imperfections to fix, you can always take the things that really matter with you and start anew somewhere else, isn't that true? [He can't tell if he's asking for assurance, and in that case, why he would do so to a stranger.] I mean, I should think this place functions in such a way for quite a lot of people, am I right?
niepokonany: (Coming out of my cage)

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[personal profile] niepokonany 2014-10-30 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps because they're on a private channel, while Feliks smiles, he doesn't see the need to make a joke of it. There's a little warmth there -- maybe Luvander reminded him of himself there, just for a second.]

Yeah. Yeah, that's totally it!

This is a good place for that kind of thing. Like, even when the only thing you've got left is you.

[He'd never really been liked before he came here. He knows he's not the only one.]