[ Truth be told, though they are often at ends and seem to be an unlikely pair—Gabe, with his brusque demeanor and surly temperament, and Solange with his effervescent smile and capricious disposition—they've more in common than they likely realize: where Gabe has taken to the track, running for distance and improvement in time, Solange has made a habit of sequestering himself away in one of the campus' many music rooms during his free time. There, he has lost himself to playing his latest favored sonatas for violin, practicing until he'd achieved technical perfection if only to take his mind off of all that which remained out of his control and out of his grasp.
(And even now, it's silly, isn't it, that he should be thinking about the appearance of the ouroboros app...?) ]
To that end, I admire you. [ —expression softening into something earnest and warm, Sion turns his gaze to the windshield, admiring of the spring greenery which laid beyond it. ] Breaking curfew to pursue your goals is a mark of passion.
[ Albeit, a dangerous one with the resurfacing of the 'Shadow' murders. ]
You'll surely see me in the stands at the meet. [ Ah?? That sounds suspiciously like a promise. ]
As for myself, I think I've spent one too many late nights studying. [ The answer to what he does after curfew? Only that which is expected of him: maintain his studious, Mr. Perfect 4.0 gradepoint average. ] Unexpectedly... a new project has also popped up, posing a problem beyond my area of expertise.
It's been a bit research heavy, to say the least. I may seek out some of our software engineering majors for assistance.
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(And even now, it's silly, isn't it, that he should be thinking about the appearance of the ouroboros app...?) ]
To that end, I admire you. [ —expression softening into something earnest and warm, Sion turns his gaze to the windshield, admiring of the spring greenery which laid beyond it. ] Breaking curfew to pursue your goals is a mark of passion.
[ Albeit, a dangerous one with the resurfacing of the 'Shadow' murders. ]
You'll surely see me in the stands at the meet. [ Ah?? That sounds suspiciously like a promise. ]
As for myself, I think I've spent one too many late nights studying. [ The answer to what he does after curfew? Only that which is expected of him: maintain his studious, Mr. Perfect 4.0 gradepoint average. ] Unexpectedly... a new project has also popped up, posing a problem beyond my area of expertise.
It's been a bit research heavy, to say the least. I may seek out some of our software engineering majors for assistance.