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[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

Or for students who wanna be prepared to walk the plank without pixie dust.

College is nothing if you are not challenging your mind and strengthening intercommunication skills with those you would initially have no attraction to or interest in. It is wise to not be so picky early on in life, as you will be sorely disappointed once out in the working world.

[ slowly digests this. then shrugs. ]

I'm already out in the working world.

Don't know yet. I'm paying for this degree though, so maybe not.

[ hums a bit, leaving it at that once the waitress comes around with their food. when she leaves again: ]

Perhaps you should ask your boss for a raise.

Because he is fond of you. [ stabs his salad with a fork, munching on some of it. swallows. ] Or so I gather, as I have yet to see this boss of yours in person.

Do you compare everyone you know to some form of edible substance?

And. [ makes that emphasis slowly. ] And, you're cap-i-tan. Two nicknames. Without food.