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Gregory Deegan ([personal profile] gregorydeegan) wrote in [community profile] xavier_institute_logs2015-05-10 12:54 am

Weekend after Prom - locked

Who: Greg and Krista and Greg and Alric
What: Congratulations and possibly hanging out.
Where: Krista's room for the Krista thread, Alric's room for the Alric thread
When: Weekend after Prom
Warnings: bad puns! Warning, anyone reading this will be pun-ished. You have been warned.

For both:

Prom was over, elections were over, and Greg... was tired of sulking in his couch fort. So... he had some stops to make. He wanted to say congratulations to the winners that he was friendly with, and he and Krista had plans, to boot. Well, to rock, mostly. He pulled on a comfy old band tee, his fringed coat because he liked it, and his dark pants because they made him look good. Usually one used glasses for that...

Then he grabbed his acoustic guitar, the old one his father gave him, and his walking stick. He shook out his head, which was sufficient for taking care of his hair, then headed out.

For Alric:
Greg headed to the other boy' room, took a deep breath, then knocked lightly on the door, a bright smile in place. He was the son of a great actor. Besides, it was easier to smile.

For Krista:
He made his way to her room, guitar slung over his back. He used the top of his walking stick to rap a lovely little tune on her door, and this time actually remembered to use white fire first, so that he could stand.

martyrerkomplex: (Come to my window)

[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-05-27 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds great to me," she assured him, light and cheerful. "There's a lot of room on the grounds -- maybe out on the front lawn?"

That way he wouldn't have to walk too far, after all. And the weather was good for it. It wasn't too hot to enjoy a little direct sunlight just yet, not this far north.
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-05-27 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
The sensation of an arm around her shoulder was... it wasn't welcome, but it wasn't unwelcome, either. Mostly, it was foreign and strange; she didn't really know how much or how little it meant, and it took a conscious effort not to make herself dizzy by overanalyzing it.

"That's true," she laughed, not letting any of it show on her face. "Have you eaten yet today, Greg?"
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-05-28 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
"I ate a little," she said, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

A little might have been something of an understatement. She'd had a smoothie, hours ago when she woke up, and had been distracted with plans for her club ever since, but she didn't want to draw attention to her hunger.
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-06-03 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll tell you," she promised, then looked for a way to change the subject.

"You were going to teach me some songs today, right?"
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-06-14 12:10 pm (UTC)(link)
She smiled up at him, guiding him to sit down with her on a sunny, flat patch of lawn.

"What did you have in mind?"
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-06-18 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Finally, a joke that even Greg seemed a little embarrassed about -- if not for the blatant abuse of puns. Krista laughed a bit at his expression, not unkindly.

"I can give that a try, sure."
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-08-15 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright. Then, whenever you're ready!"
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No worries!

[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-08-26 01:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Krista leaned forward in the grass as he played, propped up on her elbows, thumbing through the grass and picking out little clover flowers. She listened carefully -- the song was a new one to her, and she wanted to make sure she could remember as much of it as possible. It wasn't too unlike the kind of music that was popular back where she'd come from...

When Greg was finished, she gave him another little smile. "Should I try it now?"
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-08-31 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
Krista shook her head, sitting up so she could get a little more air into her lungs for singing.

"No, we can do it together!"
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[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-09-02 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
She followed his lead, slowing down a little too much here and there where she couldn't remember the words just yet, but keeping up well otherwise. Her range was good, and her tone was warm and sweet. Singing was something you could do alone, something you could do if no one liked you.
martyrerkomplex: (Come to my window - I'll be home soon)

Handwave that more practicing and some general hanging out happened?

[personal profile] martyrerkomplex 2015-09-06 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
For her part, Krista genuinely enjoyed the singing. She didn't have to play any games with it, didn't have to think about impressions -- she could just follow the melody, and for a little while, have an uncomplicated good time.