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Great
It was still an entire week until school would start and Tord was already feeling anxiousness and disgust creep their ugly-selves into his stomach. What is it going to be like when it's the real deal and he actually has to -ugh- do what the teachers ask?
He wants Paul and Patryk back. He wants to hang out all night and know the city like his own pockets. This situation was frustrating to say the least, and infuriating if he was being honest. Of course keeping all that inside like usual to not give anything away.
Conveniently, Matt rushes through the open door with a heavy looking box, snapping the uncomfortable thoughts away for now.
''More mirrors?'' Tord asks from the heavily used and a bit tattered couch his roommate had brought for them. He only met the ginger this morning but had a pretty good idea of his personality.
''Of course not silly! I always bring the important stuff first, so now it's just clothes and my inspirational magazines.'' Matt gleefully drops the heavy box down and rushes to get more. Meanwhile Tord gets up from sulking beside the window and opens up the newest additions of crap.
The inspirational magazines all have something to do with looking good, wheter it was just beauty, fashion, lifestyle, or even interior desing. The mags are all highly rated in social media sites when Tord looks them up. Expensive too.
Matt was handsome in his own right, but the level of materialistic narcissism was on a whole other level.
''You can borrow them if you want!'' Matt comes jogging with 3 more boxes that almost block his view, ''But make sure they are slick and shiny when returned!''
''No thank you. But I'm surprised. You didn't bring a better couch even with all this interest in... good-looking-ness?'' ugh English is dumb- Tord grumbles while trying to think the proper way to say the last part.
''Oh yeah. I wanted to buy a completely new one with rising footrests and perhaps a foldable bed, but my parents wouldn't let me because they think it would be stolen within a week by the commoners. So I went over my uncle's carage and found that! My parents may not like him for some reason but he has always helped me with these things and he did so again.'' Matt goes jogging for more boxes.
Tord is suddenly feeling a bit grossed out finding that the torn sofa wasn't actually Matt's and instead some old man's. But it would have to do for now. Maybe they should wash it before use. Better ask when the beauty-nuthead gets back.
With most of the doors of the student accommodations open due to people arriving today, Tord sees into the other apartments and takes a quick unsuspicious look around. A lot of artist equipment and a shitload of people with dyed hair, some weeaboos with so much anime and manga merch that their places are covered with them, but they all already seem to have their own groups already with their shared interests linking everything together. Interests he doesn't care for or isn't as passionate about.
It has always baffled him how people can be so mezmerised on one thing alone. Perhaps that is more common in England than in Norway. Or more likely -since he has been doing his own things for a couple years now- it is he who is the oddball out.
''Äch!'' Tord slides his hands through his hair in frustration and throws them forward, as if to physically discard the thought, and returns to his room. Matt has finally gotten all the boxes delivered and is starting the unpacking process. Tord goes to help - more to get his own mind off of things than for altruism.
''Thanks!'' Matt gleefully smiles, ''Heyyyyyy What do you think? Should this painting be here- Or here?'' he asks Tord, who uninterestedly looks at him.
''It doesn't matter.'' edged with a raise of one eyebrow as if to say ''Why are you asking me?''
''Oh come on~ You're in the art academy! You must have some sense on what looks good.'' the ginger pouts until Tord sighs and looks over the placements lazily and then to his peer.
''I am in the music sector.''
''Well then this is good practice! If you become a musician you'll probably need to make videos or art for them.''
''Ugh fine uuuuuuuhhh... Why not put it on your nightstand?''
Matt looks over to the masses pictures of him and his family decorating the open-cabinet surrounding his bed almost entirely, creating a little nest for privacy purposes no doubt. Every bed has it.
''That's a GREAT IDEA!'' Matt rushes to plant the framed little painting right where he can see it when laying down. Man the guy sure does have energy.
''Hey, Matt?'' The ginger turns to look at Tord sitting on the ground, ''What sector are you in? Studying I mean.''
''Oh! I'm in clothing and fashion with modelling as one of the secondary subjects.''
''Secondary subject? Vhat is that?'' (ugh my accent really came strong there) Tord silently tries to mouth the word ''What'' to hone his pronounciation.
''Ummmm. You do have your own secondary subject as well right?'' there's a tinge in Matt's voice that suggest this is important.
''I do not know.''
''But every pupil should have one. When you made your course plans for the semester? Remember anything like that?''
''No.''
''Welllll- There's still time I'm sure. After all, school is still a week away! But since your subjects are what make up your entire education and future specialization I think you should ask about it from the student advisor.''
''Uhhuh''
...
They look at eachother expectantly, Matt with a little more concern in his brow than the oblivious Norwegian.
''Are you going to go ooooorrrr?''
''Oh! You mean right now? I thought I could just do it tomorrow.''
''Yeah right now would be safer... Since your entire future is kind of important I think it's better to not procrastinate getting everything clear.'' Matt smiles but sarcasm just oozes from it.
''Okay jeez, I'm going.''
''Great! I'll finish unpacking while you're at it.''
''Yeah psssh - Good luck with that~'' Tord leaves the guy and his 50 packages before stopping dead centre in the hall.
Where the hell was the adviror's office?