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Science Building Wonders [Wataru + Vexen]

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Wataru was doing his daily rounds of the school. This time, the actor was now in the science building, walking as if he knew what he was doing there. No, he wasn't totally wandering around aimlessly! As he went from room to room, peering into windows, he saw various things, like students blowing up their mixtures, or quiet biology students observing things through a microscope. All in all, pretty interesting stuff.

He paused to peer through a window, staring at the people and scanning them as they seemed to be getting ready to leave. He often wondered if he should take a class, just for fun! Inevitably, Aristotle would probably get in on accident and wreck something, though, so it was probably a good idea he wasn't in a class like this.

Now he was staring at a class, seemingly watching then as they came out. Really, he was just thinking! But it probably looked strange to have someone peering into one's classroom.

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Summer’s Heat || Vexen & Yang

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Coffee during the summertime had always been a personal favorite for Yang. She enjoyed the heat, even when it radiated in hot plumes and made people want to die. The addition of coffee to an already hot day left Yang with nothing to lose, yet sweet goodness and a boost of caffeine to push her through.

She had to enjoy her day off campus, taking her motorcycle to town to just walk around, get her coffee, and wander through town looking at the variety of windows belonging to the different shops. 

Violet eyes darted at each of the items presented in the window, wondering if anything here would be acceptable for her to purchase. Yet, while she wasn’t paying attention she was paying attention and her hot liquid spilled onto the poor person that she ran into.

The same violet eyes widened as shaky hands tightened around her nearly empty cup. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

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Moodboard for Vexen and Marluxia

Frostbite

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“...i don’t know what it means. i don’t…know what we are.”

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O-Chem? More like O-Shit.

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Homura was ready to tear her hair out in the middle of the library. Finals were just around the corner and apart from that, there was one more test before then for her organic chemistry class. Why was she even in an organic chemistry class, one might might ask. Truth be told, she was too stubborn to ask anyone for help when she was registering for her classes and ended up signing herself up for O-Chem when she meant to sign up for plain old Chemistry, but she wasn’t sure how the online system worked for dropping classes and her pride prevented her from talking to the professor or an advisor about removing her from the class so she toughed it out.

Surprisingly, she wasn’t failing, but that was the over-achiever in Homura. Thankfully, this class fit into her degree plan so she wasn’t really wasting her time, just, slowly killing herself trying to maintain good grades and she was right on the precipice of an A or a B. This test would determine how much of a cushion she would have in case she didn’t perform as well on the final, but the material just wasn’t sinking in and she’d been here for hours now.

She could do this. She’d made it this far into the semester without messing up her grades in the class. Perhaps she just needed another perspective...

That was when she caught sight of another student. His long hair was familiar and it would seem luck was on her side when she realized he was in her Organic Chemistry class. He was a relatively quiet and withdrawn student, unless he was correcting someone or proving someone wrong. Dare she ask for help? 

Her pride begged her not to, but her ambition and that shining A in O-Chem beckoned her over.

“Hey, you. You’re in my Organic Chemistry class, right?” 

It probably wasn’t the best way to initiate conversation, especially one in which she would potentially ask him for help, but Homura lacked a couple of social cues and the willingness to conform to them.

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It was one of those rare times where she didn’t feel like making origami. Instead, she wanted to make a little change on her — the library. Maybe a book, a novel or just something to study would help her kill some time. And so, Konan went there. The place was big, and sometimes she’d regret not going there often. It was quiet, it was big, it wasn’t crowded and she liked it.

The only thing the blue haired girl could hear where her own high-heels stepping on the floor while lazily looking at the bookshelfs. She didn’t have any idea on mind, really, but she couldn’t help but observe for a while and admire how vast the collection was, and how diverse, too. Amber eyes focused on the Fiction section, she got closer to said bookshelf.

Konan leisurely picked a book a random — she had already wasted too much time without reading, and reading she would do, no matter the book. She just needed something to keep her mind out of the stress of college life.

That’s it, until the moment she put her  hand on the book, ready to grab it. Instead, she was met with the warm touch of another’s man hand, who also got interested in said book.

“Excuse me. I want that book.”

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Creature of the Night || Vexen & Marluxia

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Marluxia’s electric blue irises, made more prominent this Halloween night by the dark makeup slapped on his eyelids, surveyed the scene about the university’s “Monster Bash”. It was all a bit too... tame for his tastes. Glancing at his right was Larxene idly tapping her foot, it would seem she felt the same.

Costume contest winners or not for their Rocky Horror ensemble, this was Halloween night and the real monsters were getting ready to come out and play. He got the award and bragging rights he’d sought as well as all the scandalized looks. It was time to ditch this place for a couple more thrills.

He glanced at his left, Vexen remained unamused, or rather, he tried to remain unamused, but there was a faint smugness about him now that they had won the costume contest. Good. Marluxia needed him to remain in a good mood so that he could leave a better impression on him this time and erase as much as he could of their high school experiences with one another. After all, Vexen was a man of science. Marluxia was not and there was a science project he needed a bit of help on, but if the blond could do nothing else but recall their high school days, then there would be no way for the pinkette to get the help he needed.

A grin curled his rouged lips as he gently swatted at Larxene so that she too could pay attention to the proposal he was about to make.

“Things are starting to get a little boring here. Let’s say we get the hell out of here and celebrate Halloween with all the real freaks? There’s a party going on pretty close by. What do you all say?”

Larxene’s grin was devilish. Of course she agreed, but what would Vexen have to say?

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You Owe Me || Vexen & Marluxia

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Grinning excitedly, Marluxia set his phone down. Larxene’s costume had just arrived from the tailor’s. It was a maid costume sized so perfectly to his impish friend’s proportions, but this wasn’t just any maid’s costume. This was a replica of Magenta’s outfit and it looked like it could stand well against, if not better than, any stage production or movie set of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. 

Together, they’d make the perfect pair with Marluxia choosing to dress as Dr. Frank-n-Furter, but as excited as he was to be pairing up with Larxene this Halloween, after the last few years they’d spent apart, the group could not be complete. Not without a Riff-Raff, for what was Magenta without her Riff-Raff. And what was Dr. Frank-n-Furter without both of his deceitful servants?

But who, on such short notice, could possibly fill in the roll and be somewhat enjoyable to spend the festivities with?

With how fast he came up with a solution, the pinkette couldn’t decide if he was an absolute genius or a bit of a sadist. 

Vexen would, surely, play the part well, but the mere idea of bringing Vexen into his and Larxene’s shenanigans provided a strong callback to their high school years and Marluxia couldn’t help, but chuckle at the memory. The likelihood of the science major agreeing to such a thing was absolutely zero, but the theater major was crafty.

He’d find a way.

Though he doubted Vexen kept the same phone number well after high school, Marluxia had no difficulty finding the blond’s new number within the student directory. What a notion-- to have to resort to actually using the student directory to find a phone number. How archaic.

He dialed Vexen’s number, smirking to himself. The man wouldn’t recognize the number, but he’d recognize his voice the moment he’d pick up the phone.

The dial tone rang for a bit longer than Marluxia would have liked and idly, he wondered if he had the right number, but sure enough, the other’s voice came through the line, sounding as annoyed as ever.

“Hello Vexie~ I’m calling in on a solid you-owe-me.”