"One problem."
Isamu cautiously mutters as they both wave goodbye to Fong Xie-Li. Prince turns to him in interest, causing him to continue,
"I... don't know where my classes are."
...
Prince blinks then his eyes are widening in poorly disguised horror.
He stares, then blinks. Then, he's turning on his heel, "Oh gods." He's groaning, enlightening Isamu on his thinking. He gives an exasperated sigh as he walks toward the entrance, through the garden yardage, and to the huge, dull yet moderately modern building.
"H-Hey! I'm serious you know!"
"I know."
Isamu looks down at the paper he's been handed in an unspoken question.
"Fong Xiansheng gave this to us," a tall brunette says, vaguely gesturing to the paper, "they said this would eventually come in handy. Color me impressed at their dead-on prediction." She folds her arms with a faint smirk. Xie-Li knew this would happen and prepared in advance..?
"That's Xiansheng for you," Prince speaks up with a laugh as he pushes himself off the wall to join Isamu. "You know Isu..." Prince begins, twirling a curl from his hair, "This is your last year. Don't you think you should put in at least a bit of work?"
Isamu is shocked by that. "Put in work?" He echoes in confusion. Prince nods. "You know, not failing all your classes—"
"—I'm not failing."
"—Set a good example for...?" He whips his head around to look at Isamu in confusion. Isamu tilts his head with an amused smile playing on his lips. "I'm not failing." He repeats slowly, mockingly.
"Don't speak to me as if I'm an idiot." Prince retorts, slowly, mockingly, with a frown.
Isamu looks up at him in a deadpan. "...You are."
The brunette behind the big oak desk gives a polite cough, earning their attention. "Mi." She simply says nodding to the clock on her desk. Prince glances over and sighs. He bows his head to the women, "Excuse us, Scarlett, we'll be on our way. Sorry for the trouble." Prince gives one last bow then grabs Isamu by the elbow and drags him outside of the woman's office, "See you, Scar!" Isamu calls, peaking from behind the doorframe with a bright smile and wave just before they leave and shut the door behind them. The woman- Scarlett, gives a fond huff at the display.
Prince sighs as he shuts the heavy door to the office. He grimaces. "Now we'll have to run," Isamu turns to him, "Run?"
"Unless you fly us there, it's on the other side of campus," Prince says halfheartedly. He takes the paper from Isamu and scans it, narrowing his eyes. "We share two classes. The first, Marketing, is on the other side of campus and starts in ten minutes." Prince shoots him a half glare. "If a certain someone hadn't held us up we would've been there by now."
Isamu rolls his eyes.
Prince continues. "The second, Advanced Social Science, is a five-minute walk from Marketing." Isamu nods understandingly. "Flying is prohibited on campus," Isamu states, pointing out the conveniently placed sign to their right.
Prince doesn't spare the sign a glance before speaking, "And when have you been one to follow rules?"
"Since forever." Prince gives him a flat look and he gives a smile in turn.
Relenting first, Prince sighs, "I just said we were running late." He grabs Isamu by the shirt like a misbehaving child and leads him toward an- as he notices - side exit. "This is insulting." He mutters in displeasure. "Well, as your elder it would be more inappropriate of me to let you run wild," Prince says matter-of-factly, Isamu glares up at him.
"You're barely a year older."
Prince practically drags Isamu along as he struggles to match his pace. "You..." He gasps, pointing an accusatory finger in the other's direction. "Why are you so fast?" He would shout if he had the stamina but he settles on a whisper-yell. Prince shrugs and lets go of his shirt. "I ran a lot in high school." He replies simply.
"Great." He grumbles lowly as he catches his breath. "Indeed," Prince replies offhandedly. "We're here, don't take all day now." He sing-songs. Isamu waves his hand dismissively as Prince enters the lecture hall.
...
Hm.
It's quiet again.
He quickly takes one more deep breath before straightening up and going after Prince, entering the corridor.
He easily finds an empty seat just behind Prince, perfect for napping, he decides. He sits down and looks toward the front, where their professor has just started his lecture.
He gazes at the chalkboard in mock attentiveness. But... He can't truly hear what they're saying, his mind is too busy reeling with useless thoughts and unanswered questions—As always. He rolls his eyes and chooses to give up his image of attention as he sets his head on the table with a soft thud.
He turns his head to lie on his outstretched arm, peeking through the small opening provided between people toward the sky. A light frown forms across his lips as he gazes up. He'd always thought the sky looked fake. It's silly, sure, but what else is there in this forsaken kingdom that is truly that perfect? Maybe the sky lives in its separate plane; one where perfection and consistency are the default.
...
That was silly.
He notices that it seems he's still affected by his — memory?
It... was a memory, wasn't it?
He feels a heavy sigh urge its way up his lungs but he's not one to attract attention, he instead releases a soft one. The deadline for his manuscript is coming up too when he's hardly halfway through. This time he does sigh heavily. He hates working, and now he'll have to make a stop at his dorm- well office if he's being honest. He closes his eyes.
Whatever.
For now, he's tired.
Isamu comes to when he hears shuffling around him, he wishes to turn over and ignore it but remembers where he is. He opens his eyes with a sleepy smirk. "Learned a lot?" He asks Prince who still has his back turned, packing up.
Prince doesn't startle, having already anticipated him waking due to the noise. "Guess so." He instead shrugs. Isamu pouts, though it is not seen by the other. "No fun." He lightly complains. Prince finally turns to him, "Classes were canceled." He tells him with a relieved sigh. Isamu lets out a soft hum.
"Not like I attend." He shrugs. Prince stands and pulls his arms above him to stretch. "Oh," Isamu interrupts, "can we stop by my dorm before we leave?" Prince gives him a tired yawn, "Yeah, sure." He nods.
"One lecture and you're already tired?" Isamu comments, "If you need me to carry you just say the word." Isamu speaks smugly. Prince glares and crosses his arms. "Shut up." He says without any real bite.
Isamu picks up the other's bag and gestures for Prince to follow him. "I'll lead the way."
He announces to the other as they follow after. They need to head to the top floors where the dorms are. Stairs are out of the question since they're on the first of twelve floors so he heads toward the nearest elevator. He might not know what classes are where but navigation of everything else is a piece of cake.
He's already pressing the top floor as they both get on the elevator.
"Oh, a quick warning." He voices into the silence. Prince raises an eyebrow.
"It might be slightly messy, well, it's been a while since I was there. I don't remember how I left it." Prince hums in acknowledgment. A ding resounds through the enclosed space shortly after they've stopped. "Well, ladies first," Prince speaks smugly from behind him. "Go ahead then." He replies without a beat. Prince shoots him an unimpressed look as he walks ahead.
"Never been here before," Prince mutters offhandedly as he examines the decorated halls and classic theme of the area.
He turns around to Isamu, "So, which one's yours?" With eyes fixed ahead, Isamu gestures three doors down. "The one with the older lady in front of it." He says, narrowing his eyes. Prince looks at Isamu questioningly before following his gaze to a taller lady holding a clipboard who is, without doubt, standing there.
"May I help you?" Isamu politely asks the redhead as they approach her. She turns to him with a blank face. "The Hiram's child lives here, no?" Isamu narrows his eyes. "I have a name, you know?" He retorts. At that implication, the lady perks up and puts on a smile of mock sweetness. "I'm terribly sorry, I just thought it quite inappropriate of me to call you by name." She explains sweetly.
Isamu barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. "And you are?" He questions, "Rosaline." She answers quickly. Prince turns away with a childish snort.
She continues, noticeably irked, "I am a counselor here at City Region. You have this dorm to yourself, yes?" Isamu narrows his eyes once more, he feels he should say no but he wants to avoid lying seamlessly in front of Prince. "Why?" He settles on saying. She sighs and looks down at the clipboard she has on hand. "Well you see, Hiram child, you are the only senior registered without a roommate. Normally that is not a problem, it's only that our want to keep the last years in one area prevents any other situation right now. Put simply; we are assigning you a roommate."
Prince and Isamu both look up at her in shock.
"Roommate?"
She nods at their shared questioning. "We thought it best to put you two together since you're both top students in this department." Prince looks at her even more dazed, "Isamu's a top student!?" The woman nods, "In all things except attendance, yes." Prince's eyebrows furrow with further evident confusion.
He really should've said he had a roommate already. "Isn't this too sudden?" He asks, desperate to get out of this. "Yes. Apologies for the suddenness. Having classes canceled and them being unavailable until morning does give you some time though. Please do not worry." Isamu wishes so badly to glare at her but that would just be impolite.
Curse his manners.
The redhead nods at his silence, mistaking it as resignation. "Everything should be in order by seven hours into the morning. If assistance is needed, feel free to ask any of us counselors." With all that said she heads toward the direction they've previously come in.
Isamu is left... Speechless. Not only because this is the second vexing encounter of the day, but also because his office- or dorm, is an utter mess.
"Holy Abyss." He breathes in distress. Prince glances at him in shock, "what is it?" He asks, concerned. Isamu gives him a look before deciding to just show him instead. He pulls out his keycard from the belt- or rope around his waist and unlocks the door.
He pushes it open to reveal the mess he dreads to clean. A modern look to the office, if it weren't covered in books and papers, that is. Papers were scattered across the flooring with discarded pencils on top; more than not snapped in half. Books left open on top of the couch pushed against the left wall while other books left across the painted dark oak desk accumulated into a pile. The common setup of the University's dorm was completely disregarded and some standard items even missing entirely. Messy but with no sign of trash in sight excluding the small trash can in the corner next to the desk filled to the brim with energy drinks and coffee cans.
Prince blinks, taking in the sight of the unusual messiness of his roommate. "Did you upset the gods, what happened!?"
Isamu turns away slightly embarrassed. "I was... working..."
"On what? Natural disasters?"
Isamu turns back to glare at the blond, "No. On giving you a better personality."
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