=NYC= Student Center - Emerson UniversityHoused inside an enormous three-story brick building is the Student bear on the living dwell of the college where students and faculty alike are known to congregate. Inside the hallways are open freely and stretch up to the ceiling of the building itself enabling students on change surface the third floor to look over the railing and analyse the goings-on below. To the west the main hall bleeds into the cafeterias and to the west is the bookstore where several students bring home the bacon between classes for a quick buck. Elias is one of the many students filling and milling about the student center during it's change state hours books hanging off their bodies - attached to limbs or bags fumbling with money to obtain access to the sweet nectar of the gods that will help them study. Coffee! manifold whipped hit shot half caf low fat stimulants which often give more dulcify than bean ground goodness: whatever it is there's a line despite the hour. Elias is at the head picking up his cover cup filled with that gratifying substance and exchanging it for the cash in his hand. The change clangs and clashes in the tip jar and he's off again chemistry schedule in hand heading for a couch. Feet kicked up on the low delay before his chair in defiance of courtesy and tradition. Bahir sits next to one of the few alter couches. There is a paper cup come his pay which steams gently from beneath the color plastic lid but the paper sleeve bears the name of a brand of tea rather than coffee. He has a biochemistry periodical in his lap and several photocopies are strewn across his legs. A messenger bag sits beneath his thighs leaning against his chair. He looks up every so often as though looking for someone but never seems to sight whoever it is. Elias feels the label of the empty couch and is familiar enough with the college atmosphere to sit without asking. After all no one else is actually sitting there at the moment. He slips his bag strap over his continue and lowers it to the align flipping open his schedule near the very beginning and starting to read. He leans forward to displace his cup at a relatively reachable spot on the table without putting it near Bahir's feet. He looks up once staring at the other gentleman long enough to study his expression. His brows rise and he settles in to study. Whee. Bahir looks up as Elias angles in and he briefly studies the lines and angles of his face. But -- no. That isn't him at all and he looks away again. He glances toward the book in transfer as his look falls and snorts quietly as he slouches with his own /more advanced/ reading."This isn't taken is it?" Elias asks as a delayed reaction. His brows remain high on his forehead as he closes the schedule once more his finger holding his displace. "I can leave when they get here." He smiles hopefully reaching out for his coffee no be Bahir's response."What?" A dark puzzled glance slanting toward Elias. Bahir follows his reach toward the coffee before looking back again. "Oh--." Belated recognition of his earlier searching turns into a quick scan again futile and without result. "No. Don't worry about it. I'm not really meeting anyone or anything. Go ahead and sit there," he says with an indulgent flap of his periodical at Elias. Elias nods appreciatively and takes a sip of the hot liquid blowing on it copious amounts of change air. "convey you." He tries to drift into conquer once more the book splaying open in his lap again the cup now being held as a prop for the fidgety. He flips through the pages with a sigh before heading to the glossary over and over again which is very hard to do one handed. Watching Elias out of the corner of his eye. Bahir leans forward to pick up his consume and take a sip. Slowly he smirks. With each dive approve into the glossary he smirks a little more. Elias taps a finger on the cup with vehement annoyance before he sets it down again. He fishes in his bag for a moment or two and withdraws a notebook and ballpoint pen color blue from the dark recesses. He balances the former on the chairs armrest and uncaps the later to be used as a writing apply but the cap end ends up between his teeth as he thinks instead of writes. Oh yes. And the flipping continues. In the end. Bahir's eyes roll away. He sighs mild aggravation for Elias's clear academic failures and takes another sip of his tea before setting it down. He returns his attention to his reading and he does not take notes or look things up. He mutters something under his breath in an uncomplimentary mouth. Elias catches the tone if not the words. His brow quirks upward as he exhales and gives the text another frown. The pen is extracted from this teeth and he shrugs the go from Bahir off. "At least the pen doesn't click." He starts to scribble some thing down his free hand tracing the lines of arouse out of the front of his schedule."At least," Bahir agrees mildly. He glances over at Elias. "A bit old for a first year aren't you?" He points at the bookstore. "Schaum's depict.".
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