#nearingend

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#Week 12

The academic year is almost nearing end and we’re gearing up to go into exam season. I finished off my A2 Demo which went rather well I feel - Preparing for which I realized how important it is to understand and to be able to explain how your code runs. I feel, I learned more about my code myself while preparing for the demo. Now that all the assignments are done and over with, we have the final exam to look forward to and review everything we’ve learned over the semester. 

Everything beginning from the basic OOPS concepts all the way to sorting and efficiency in binary trees. I’ve come a long way from when the semester started and I’ve learned a lot over the semester, had my fair share of struggles which probably I’ll still be working through right before the final exam. It’s nice to see all the concepts taught through the semester to sort of come together in the end; pieces that seemed to have vague connections finally make a clear connections and applications. I’ve really enjoyed taking 148 this semester. 

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          Nothing to do. How boring. Not even able to eat more chocolate for he has already a slight stomachache ( due to all that fucking chocolate everyone gave him. ), but it's not like he can't work without his sweets--

     "...?" On the floor there lied Near's present, half of the chocolates on that basket were already gone. Mainly because some of them were in his stomach right now and the other's were in the fridge, but now that he glanced over it - his eyes caught something that wasn't of the colors of the chocolate's wrapper.

Ah, the note. He never read it, did he? It's been a week already -- perhaps he'll should probably read it now before he'd forget about it again. He leaned down on his seat, an arm stretching out to the basket to grab the paper.

          Let's finally see what did that twit wrote to him. 

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He went on his toes, soft hands going up to touch both cheeks. "...." Silence, not a look of hesitation on his face as he brought the elder down to his height, allowing their lips to come together lightly. To be honest, he only did that since there was a mistletoe above them. He never done it before-- he thought it would be something nice for a change.

          Eyes only widened due to of Near's actions, and how the distance between them had shortened. Brows knitted together in a frown, and just when he was about to slap those hands away, he had been pulled down----

          Astonishment, shock, and even fright. Though the latter one was just a moment ago, as his face was pulled closer to the other's, and said emotion had disappeared slowly. The thought claiming with a rather foul language for an explanation was now swirling on his mind---

          Of course he had not see the mistletoe above them, if he had, then he would've avoided standing under him and having Near close. But now it was just too late to change what was done.

          Getting those hands off his face in a rough manner, then pulling away, he wiped his mouth with his hand, that frown only increasing as he glared at the other. All that was done just at the second he found himself liking it.

                      "Don't you dare---... of doing that ever again."

          His voice was threatening just like he intended for it to be. If this were to happen again, he could only fear the worse, since the thought of missing those lips against his was making him sick of the stomach.

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nearingend replied to your post:Bites his ear, then gives him a kiss to the cheek.

"Hm? Oh, no reason." Although, he seems pretty smug about it.

          "Go to hell."

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Also, before he leaves, he's just going to slide his hand down to his rear end and then quickly leaving the room.

          And he hates that he actually liked how that felt for a moment.

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Bites his ear, then gives him a kiss to the cheek.

          Everyone is gay tonight and he can barely handle it. "What the hell was that for?!"

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nearingend replied to your post: 

"No," His voice became a bit stern. "I’m fine." He turned away from the phone to sneeze again, a hand going up to cover his nose.

          "Sure." Clearly sarcastic. It'll take more than an ' I'm fine ' to make him buy it. "---Near, I heard that." It was muffled and barely audible but he did hear it. Did he really think that with that he would convince him?

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--Sneezes. "You said you needed to talk to me..? I apologize for returning the call so late, it seems I've caught a cold of so--" And he was interrupted by another sneeze. ".. Sorts."

          A brow rose, separating the phone from his ear almost instantly upon the sneezing being the first thing he heard. "Don't you say--" Now, how was it even possible for him to caught a cold? The few people around him shouldn't-- Ah, he didn't care. "Yeah, but I hardly think you'll be able to hold a conversation without sneezing every five seconds." Besides, if he was sick it was better to leave him alone until he got better. Considerate Mello is being considerate.