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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on May 5, 2014 1:54:03 GMT
Lunch time. Yes! That was his favorite part of the day-- Or really, any time he was able to eat was his favorite part of the day. That meant he had several favorite parts of the day, yes, so most of his days were rather good in his opinion. That is, unless he wasn't able to eat very often throughout the day, in which his day would be a terrible one.
But that didn't matter because he had food that day and it was time for lunch. He traveled across campus to his favorite bench to start on his meal of sandwich and potato chips, but he stopped when he saw a student sitting on his side of the bench. It was right under a tree where the shade perfectly hit the bench, the other side being hit by the sun. And really, that wasn't such a big deal, but the weather had gotten warmer and the sun had gotten hotter which meant the bench was going to be rather warm on his bum.
With a sigh he shrugged and walked over to his bench anyway. At least he was able to eat and that made the situation better. "Hello," he greeted the boy with a smile, opening his brown paper bag and pulling out one half of his sandwich.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 13:20:54 GMT
He was sitting in a sober daze, a little gaping, a little vacant, as he always had a tendency to be. A little detached, trying to slip back into a state of mind that had left him long ago. His bag on the ground by his feet, head cradled in a hand, Danny started a little when he noticed the other man.
"Oh," He straightened a little, smiled. "Hi." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The guy was familiar, but only in passing. He didn't look like the kind of guy you forgot. Even if you were forgetful - Danny was.
He ran a hand through his hair. "You got the time?" He asked offhandedly - had he dozed off?
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on May 6, 2014 21:40:14 GMT
"It's a little past noon," he replied as he took a bite of his sandwich. He didn't see any food with the guy and he wondered. "Are you late for something?" He tried not to launch crumbs and other bits at the other male, but it was difficult not to when one spoke with their mouth full.
At least he wasn't rude in the social sense, just the manners department sometimes.
"I've seen you around, I think. You're in one of my classes. Or maybe..." He paused a moment to think, double check and make sure he was remembering things correctly. Arlo had an amazing memory, so he was pretty damn sure. "Yep, you're definitely in one of my classes." He nodded with a smile, then took another bite from his sandwich.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2014 2:10:20 GMT
He frowned while he considered the answer, brow furrowed in thought for a few seconds before it smoothed, and he smiled. "Nah, I'm good." he affirmed, to himself and to the other.
"I'm in fine arts." He said, glancing over. He was sure if he'd seen the guy before he would have remembered him, though Danny had never been the most attentive. Especially not in school - the dry theory of classes wasn't the most exciting part of being an artist. No, it was the dramatics of emotion and muse and creation he liked.
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on May 12, 2014 2:31:08 GMT
He nodded in reply, chewing instead of actually speaking, though once he was able, he did speak again. "I'm a business major, but I take a few art classes because I like to doodle and I need a few humanities credits," he replied easily, taking another bite of his lunch immediately afterwards.
As he chewed, he got a close look of the boy who sat beside him, examining his face. He had nice freckles and he seemed rather nice so far. "Do you rest here often or is it a spur of the moment thing?"
Perhaps that was a strange question to ask, but when a school is large enough to lose a person in, where people frequented was important if they wanted to meet up again later, or run into each other later. Or what have you. It was like a game, testing territories or something.
What?
"Right... Are you good at art?" Was his follow-up question. Perhaps that one wasn't that great of a question either. Who even asked things like that? What kind of question was that? Of course the guy was probably going to say "No" or something similar. Maybe put himself down--that's what artists did, right?
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 4:21:01 GMT
Danny listened with a bit of reverence, shining in his smile. Respect, because he'd never had a head for business, math, nothing as practical. He was absent minded even for an artist.
At the question, he shrugged - it was a little unusual, but it was direct and simple and he didn't mind it at all. "Not really, I usually just hang around wherever." He replied vaguely. "I'm all about spur of the moment."
"And I guess," Danny was humble, but he was undeniably some level of talented, enough to get into school for it. He was hopeless at everything else, school subjects and otherwise. "I wouldn't say I'm bad, just... uninspired." He smiled as if he had a secret, one that he wasn't sure of himself. (Desperate for inspiration, ready to die for it.)
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on May 25, 2014 9:57:43 GMT
Spur of the moment, huh?
Arlo perked a brow at the boy's smirk, tilting his head to the side as he took another bite of his sandwich, crumbs covering a corner of his mouth. A piece of lettuce dropped to his lap and instantly his attention drifted to the green. "Oops," he commented as he picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth.
"What do you think would be good inspiration for you?" He asked after his mouth was clear of sandwich and lettuce. He himself didn't have much inspiration when it came to art. He just drew whatever popped into his head at the time. Never questioned it, considering it wasn't really much of interest to him past a hobby in the first place. It wasn't important enough to Arlo to figure out what it was that made his artistic juices flowed. They just did.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2014 5:55:04 GMT
He laughed a bit, but it was good-natured. God knew Danny wasn't in any place to criticize a little mess - he was a mess himself. He cocked his head slightly, thoughtfully, with no intent to mirror the other man.
Shrugging, he considered the question anyways. Inspiration wasn't easy, like learning theory. You drew until it took the form you wanted it to. He supposed, you lived until you were inspired.
"If I knew I would't be having trouble finding it." He replied sheepishly.
"How about you?" His fingers curled beneath the bench's edge. "What do you draw?"
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Post by ARLO BÄCKER on Jun 19, 2014 12:00:04 GMT
Oh... That was probably true and a good point. He didn't really think about that. "Sorry if I offended. I didn't realize how rude that sounded until after I said it." It was always good to apologize when you were in the wrong in his opinion.
"I tend to sketch things; People mostly. I like to sketch the people that I see on the bus or walking around campus when I'm resting on a bench waiting for class." Very rarely would he create from imagination, unless it was mock-up logos for future businesses that have yet to be developed. He loved doing that every once in a while just for fun. "What about you? What do you normally draw when you get the urge?" He smiled softly at him. This guy seemed really nice.
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