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[victormakesart]

Warm drinks seem to help a little bit.

I'm leading the class discussion on Friday.

I failed my first quiz. With a zero. Because I didn't have the textbook and I only made copies for the first week and he wasn't following the syllabus that he gave us anyway. This is Not Happy. I'll be writing a summary of the story because I feel guilty.

Speaking of guilty, mom told me that Joey was disappointed in me a few days ago. I don't like that. One, because I don't like people being disappointed in me. I try to avoid that. Two, because Joey's the only one in my born-family whose opinion I truly value. Wow, that sounds callous. She said it's because of the way I've been talking to her, or some other such thing. Whatever. I've chosen not to believe her, but that still hurts pretty bad.

Geology tomorrow, heaven help me to stay awake and not be stupid.

I need more Warm. Sitting out in the sun also helps a little, but the sun has gone down and the world is reduced to shivers. The winter will be difficult.

The city smells of rotting plants and rubber and hot metal.

I'm frightened to look at the street, on the chance that I'll see a dead-thing.

I've found white feathers on my sweatshirt. I don't understand.

Two black birds nearly flew into me. I don't understand.

Comments

[devilsphyscian.livejournal.com]

So, he failed you because the quiz didn't follow the syllabus?

I'd suggest you get documentation and talked to his supervisor about that - it's unprofessional for him to deviate from what he says is the course, and expect you to answer something you haven't covered yet. I'd had my share of lousy professors when I was in college.

Hopefully things will get better for you.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Maybe I wasn't readin' th' syllabus right. But he'd been not expectin' us to do things, then out of nowhere, we had a quiz."

She shrugged. "'M sure they will."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"If the professor isn't following the syllabus and didn't announce what he would be covering in advance, he's in the wrong and you should go to his department head with proof.

"Oh, I brought you this." She holds out an electric blanket, fuzzy and blue. "This should help you keep warm."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"It was wrong. There were only a handful of students who couldn't take it, though. All th' others figured it out."

"Thank you so much!" She smiled brightly and accepted the blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders. Her hands were shaking with cold. "Thank you."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome. You really are cold...when did this start?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I'm always real cold. Just...I guess 'm more aware of it durin' the summer, 'cause everyone else is in shorter sleeves."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'S weird 'cause my body temp is lower than reg'lar too, all th' time. 'Cept when I'm sick."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"Hmm...that is a bit strange, but not unheard-of."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Yep! M' mom took my temp once, an' I think the thermometer was broken 'cause it read it real low. Like un-life low. But that was a fluke."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"Huh. And you've always been that way?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Far as I know. Far back as I c'n tell."

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"Hmm..."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm?"

[vicioussweetie.livejournal.com]

"Wondering."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Okay."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Hot drinks and fluffy coats and warm people help with the cold," Fay suggests, smiling softly.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Warm people're rather helpful. Thank you." She grinned. "How've you been farin'?"

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"They are if they stay still long enough to let you hug them..." He smiles mischeviously. "I'm just fine, thank you, Victor-chan!" He would probably answer the same if he was missing a limb, but the principle is sound.

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She giggled. "This is true..."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Do you have anyone to keep you warm?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

Yay for a blushy Victor! "Ummmm...yeah. Sometimes. Yeah."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

He pokes her cheek. "You don't have to think about it like that, silly."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She blinked. "Like what? I don't understand."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"You're blushing. But hugging someone and letting them be warm and there doesn't have to be embarrassing. At least, I don't think it does."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"'M blushin' 'cause 'm rememberin' the time I was paintin' an' I was tired, so I fell asleep an' Daniel had his arm around me an' he fell asleep too." She smiled. "Blushin' doesn't always mean embarassed. It could mean happy."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"You blush when you're happy? That sounds nice."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes. Mostly, 's when 'm uncomfortable. But sometimes it's happy."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"And I guess sometimes being embarrassed or uncomfortable is happy, too?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. Never been in a sit where that worked."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Like if someone says kind words and they're embarrassing but it's nice, too... or in a situation you've never been in before and you never, ever expected, but you like..." He laughs, then. "I haven't really been there either."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Then we're in th' same boat."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"I'd like for something like that to happen someday, I think. I hope it happens for you too, Victor-chan."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Thanks. That's sweet of you."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"It seems like something nice to happen."

Then, abruptly, "You found feathers on your shirt? Are there any birds around that might have dropped them?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"It truly does."

She shook her head. "Nope. Haven't even worn it outside yet."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Maybe they were there when you bought it. Could you have overlooked something like that?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"I don't think I coulda."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm..." Fay put one finger to his forehead in thought. "Then maybe a bird stole into your house late at night and left you a blessing! To let you know that it was a good sweatshirt, and you should wear it."

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Windows don't open, but that's very possible. A phantom of a ghost of a pidgeon?" She smiled brightly.

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"The very friendly phantom of a ghost. Why don't your windows open?"

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

"Dunno. But none of my windows open. Not at home. Not at m' dorm."

[to-somewhere.livejournal.com]

"Maybe it's the nice phantom ghost pigeon again. Protecting you from the black birds." So what if it's ridiculous? It's a lot of fun anyway!

[victormakesart.livejournal.com]

She giggled. "Perhaps it is. Perhaps."