@heirofhermes

Marc dragged his suitcases up the halls of the dorm, his key held between his teeth as his eyes scanned every door looking for room 208. The first day of a new college was a big deal, with classes starting in a week it was time for everyone to get their room assignments, move in, meet people and get used to the new surroundings and Marc was eager and ready to unleash his own special energy onto the dorm. He could see the people looking at him as he walked past, looks that he was absolutely trying to get with his specific outfit of the tiniest booty shorts known to man and a sleeveless crop top that made it very clear that Marc was vying for the title of campus slut, a title he was planning on winning even though there was no official competition.

When he finally found room 208 he unlocked it and slipped in, bouncing a little seeing it empty “Alright, guess the roomie isn’t here yet… well, hope they’re ready” he exclaimed before he quickly headed over to the right side of the room and dumped his bags on the bed. With a spring in his step, Marc happily unpacked his clothes in the little wardrobe on his side of the room, his outfits varying from “Good for mixed company” to “Technically considered an item of clothing”. He lay out his books and other essential things for class before he grabbed his calendar to hang up by his bed, it was already marked with all the important dates for the year and would soon undoubtedly have just a ton of assignments marked on it so it was technically perfect for class… it also just happened to be full of assorted hunky men in skimpy thongs that barely hid bulging erections, so it was perfect for Marc and his roomie would have to deal with it.

He was just crossing out the days of the month that’d already passed when he heard the door open. He turned to look over his shoulder and beamed “Hey, you looking for 208? Cos if so, good to meet ya roomie” he exclaimed with all the joyful charm he had in him. He popped the cap on his pen and leapt from the bed, strutting over to the other man happily “I’m Marc, pleased to meet ya. I already got my stuff set up but if you need that side of the room for some reason just let me know, you’ll have to help me move my crap though” he gestured to the man’s bag “Come on, let me help you get your stuff in then we can chat, get to know each other, all that stuff… don’t worry, I promise I only bite if you ask very nicely” As he spoke he grabbed the man’s bag and led him in, eager to get to know his brand new roomie.

"Freakin'... Melissa has been hounding me all night, trying to get in my pants." was Brandon's answer, a frustrated growl that could be heard even over the loud music. Truth was, Brandon was frustrated, even if the reason he felt that way in the first place was something that didn't weigh as heavily as he made it look.

"By the third time she asked me to 'go upstairs so she could show me a good time' I had run out of options and the only thing I could-- fuck, here she comes."

"I really hate this place." He muttered as he glanced around the dark area with a growing feeling of unease. He had heard stories and being here only further cemented the feeling that hung in the air. He glanced aside at Sebastián before looking back out over the misted waters, his hand lowering to the hilt of his sword at his side. They had been sent here to Fallow Mire a couple of days ago and only this morning - was it really morning? - had they set out from camp to investigate what they needed to out here. The Inquisition had given them a very specific task and Rand was determined to set about it in the right way but being here - he hated the way that this place's atmosphere laid about him all wrong.

With the curtains drawn and the door locked, Dwight felt free to be lazy this morning. Every second Monday of the new month, a large shipment of new books would show up for Dwight's store. Orders still filtered out throughout the week for personal orders, but these large orders were more for restocking purposes.

It was usually a lot of work, requiring him to schedule Heather a little earlier to help him put away everything. She was a fine worker and never came short, unfortunately she fell with a strep throat and Dwight gave her the week off to rest. Without a second worker, Dwight would have to handle the various boxes by himself before the shop opened.

Dwight tried not to make a habit out of of, using magic to do things that he could himself. Growing up in a human household and not being allowed to show his magical powers, Dwight was used to doing things a 'normal' way. And even now, with magic at his fingertips, he still did most things without it. Dwight was feeling particularly lazy this morning when he summoned his staff. The boxes opened and one by one, books would levitate to Dwight for examination before he sent them off to be put in their proper place.

The young witch was lost in the ritual that he was making excellent time with the boxes. He'd be able to empty all seven boxes before the store even opened. Then he heard the jingle of his front door opening and he whipped his head over to see someone walking in. When they did, they'd see Dwight with a staff in his hands and multiple books either levitating in front of him or going off to their proper shelves. Dwight was so startled that he lost his concentration and the spell wore off. The books fell to the floor in a loud clatter.

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Sebastián knew exactly where this was going from the very beginning. Who on earth would let someone like this patron waiting on a date? Just the thought of it made his blood boil as he did his job, waiting the tables in Brian’s section. But the minutes passed and at some point he truly had to break the news to Brian just as his shift was about to end. But then the flowers were offered to him and Sebastián, half angry at whoever stood him up and half nervous to be put in this position, had a very bold idea.

“I— Huh, I mean…” he scoffed, trying to build up the courage to blurt out what he truly wanted to. “My shift ends in 10 minutes. If you don’t mind waiting just a moment longer, I’ll take the flowers… A-and I’ll also take you out on that date you were promised. You waited for so long, sir. you deserve a good time.”

Brian looked up to Sebastian with a little bit of surprise in his eyes, he’d expected either another rejection or maybe to be told that flowers don’t count as a tup but he really didn’t  expect to basically be offered a replacement date. It took a second to compute, his eyes flickered a little just taking in the reality of it all. Sebastian was genuinely a beautiful man, undeniably one of the most gorgeous human beings that Brian had ever seen so he’d have to be absolutely insane to refuse such an offer and the last thing that Brian could be called was insane.

“You… you would?” he was unable to really hide the surprise “I mean, of course… that’d be lovely” he smiled a little, his eyes widening as the reality hit him “I’m happy to wait, I’ve got nowhere else to be so I’m happy to let you finish up and then we can… well, we can just have a nice time together, though already this evening’s looking better… and before you suggest it, no you can’t get me something while I wait cos I’m not having my date wait on me in his last little bit of work… that’d just be kind of weird” he said with a grin, reaching out to take the man’ hand “Thankyou… I guess I’ll see you in 10” 

Soap had immediately gone into superior officer mode. A strange sensation even now, he could still remember when he was the rookie, nervously doing his first missions and trying his best to prove himself. The point was, he immediately recognized a part of himself in Seb's demeanor, and dammit, it melted away at his armor.

Was this how his Captain had felt? Johnny wasn't even a Captain yet and he still felt the sudden urge to wrap an arm around the lad and protect him with all his might, sure, he'd protect anyone in his unit, but this was different.

Seb was his responsibility, his lad.

Satisfied that the doors were barricaded, Johnny sets his gaze on the younger soldier and immediately crosses the room to stand in front of him. "I know you do, I trust you, I wouldn't be here if I didn't." Such strange words to come from him, he would need to marvel at how grown up he felt later, instead he reaches forward, steady fingers clasping around Seb's shaking hands.

"Hey, lad. Listen to me. You're safe, you've trained for this, we will be fine. We'll get the radio working, contact our men, and we'll meet back up in the morning. For now, we just have to hunker down." Rubbing the pad of his thumb over Seb's fingers once, he finally pulls away, his usual smirk crossing his features in what he hoped was a comforting manner.