RE: Fucking College Open!
((This is @Sonia))
Seemed as if he had been in room 302 for "The Language of Love II". It had been less carnal than what he had imagined, though things had changed since last year. Hell, Vito could barely remember how the school looked. Things had changed since turning nineteen, and until he could adjust to the American culture, and define himself within his new environment, he wouldn't stop changing either. He looked into room 302, the instructor seemed to be out; probably grabbing a lesson plan or taking a phone call. Whatever the reason, Vito had never been one to ditch a class, especially on only the first day. He made his why inside the classroom, commentating to himself how it used to belong to Mr. Patel, the formal Kama Sutra Analysis and Coordination instructor for freshmen. It well define Vito as a proud sophomore, though looking around and seeing as how freshmen and sophomores were now grouped together into a single class, he had felt his achievement in finally getting past his first year of American college was for naught.
Vito's aquamarine eyes scanned the full room. There had been but only students chatting about and the recurring sound of pages flipped from that of a textbook. Most likely the ones Patel couldn't keep. Finally, as he emerged from the threshold of the room, his eyes darted towards a boy and girl in the back of the room, noting he'd recently seen that same boy in the cafeteria just earlier that morning. As the bell rang he could feel his eyes widen, almost in shock, as the class dispersed from the single-cell classroom to find a dynamic equilibrium throughout the halls. He had saw the two leave the classroom as the boy parted towards his next class. With a sigh, Vito exiting the classroom as well, finding it hard to keep up with his first day.
How embarrassing... Vito thought to himself which had exhaled from his chest as more of a silent mutter. He had a couple further steps before accidently colliding with an oncoming student making her way to class, or he assumed, as well. Hoping he hadn't done as much as about knocking her off her feet, the boy dropped to his knees to grab any if at all papers or notebooks she'd dropped.
"I'm so sorry. Please excuse me, I'm a bit..." Vito sighed once more, "...disoriented?" He said ironically, almost as if to refer to the
chaotic theory in which his day would go to hell on the one note that he missed the school orientation today. He gathered the girl's things with a embarrassed smirk to make up for his indecency that interfered with her day, recognizing it had been the same person to have been sitting with that,
what was his name, Alex-fellow. She was awful pretty. No sense why she'd be at a college such as this.
"I don't know what to say," Vito admitted sheepishly as he handed the girl the books in she'd dropped, "I can't remember the last time I've had a day quite as... messed up as this." He said, almost reddening to the sound of his own euro-accent once more. At this point it was getting ridiculous.
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