How had he forgotten everything? How had he not realized it before now?

He really had just been standing there, lost in thoughts with no available surface to write on. It was hard for him to keep things orderly when he left that silly yellow notepad in his room, harder still because try as he may, he couldn’t recall where his next class took place. So Rami paused, hands in his pockets and head tilted, nodding absently when asked if he were alright. “I’m always alright—” He paused to dip his chin for a split second. “Do you have a pen? …And maybe paper?”

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The questions did not shock him, though they might have had he the ability to move his mind about matters. Instead, the response was honest and immediate. “I do.” The following actions were likewise without hesitation as there was no consequence to being only a person from which another could obtain more meaningful things. He was not a person in this circumstance, only a supplier, and there was no anxiety required within the situation.

Winds howled unforgiving, unfathomable storm clouds pelting rain down on all who dared to step outside and gamble with their wellbeing in the name of academics, those holding dedication, stupidity or a deplorable combination of the two. It was on such a day, relentless and dreary, that a surprise was to occur, holding benevolence as opposed to malice in a delightful juxtaposition of nature’s wrath -- and perhaps a first meeting known only to the two individuals it surrounded but that was neither here nor there. Having yet to transpire, a near scowl marred what could have been considered a remarkably attractive countenance as rain soaked through cloth right to the bone, such a sensation disagreeable when combined with a bout of shivers that was suppressed prior to visibility yet still experienced. During any other twenty-four hour period such calamity would have been ushered in to plans most diabolical -- corpses and rainstorms easily capable of clasping hands to create a mayhem so sublime. As it were opportunity was dashed by vexation, nimble digits pushing back wet hair as his dorm came into view, quiet curses uttered as another tremor ripped through. So close yet so far. 

The whirring sound caught and held his attention, eyes flashing down to where he assumes it to be coming from. This man made him curious. He looks for longer than he probably should, gazing back up into the professor’s eyes and nodding slightly. “Computer science? …I think I’m going to like you.” He just glances at the hand however, body growing stiff at the prospect of human contact.

“Well that is certainly one way to make a first impression” Fred said awkwardly dropping his hand only to scratch at the back of his neck, the standing still making his prosthetic limb gas off with a loud hiss out of the back of the vents in the plastic and aluminium leg.