- Jan 13, 2017
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It was almost ridiculous how much had happened to - and with - Aswan in the time she'd been on Manta Carlos that hadn't happened back at home. Good things, mostly, too.
For instance, researching to her heart's content was definitely acheivable back home, but not doing so with a group of competitive, like-minded peers. She'd had exactly zero friends when she'd died, aside from her mother, which was still debatable to her. Now she had actual friends - that blond who was always fiddling around with video games, the few pupils she'd had while working as a tutor...
The other example was sitting right in front of her. She'd always had a collection of pleasure reading books that centered mostly on cute relationships, but before, she'd always degraded them, denouncing them as drivel and wholly unappealing. Never had she dreamed that a boy would be standing in front of her, let alone be with her. Most of the boys back home would have tried to curry favor with the more athletically capable girls in her class. And yet, here was a boy right in front of her, that she loved with all her heart and who had held a relationship - a stable, beautiful relationship! - with her for almost two years now. That was much improved from the worlds of words constructed into mockeries of her life.
In fact, here they were now, in their regular spot for a rather impromptu picnic. Of course, it was almost always impromptu for her, but for her boyfriend, the impossibly cute guy that he was, must have spent a few hours at least planning this. As always, he'd packed her favorites; little tupperwares containing cute little sandwiches, a bottle of cold green tea, and of course a tin of little chocolates that he knew were her favorites. God, she was so lucky to have him!
"... and of course, I checked into the project files, thinking she had simply edited the text for the slide. She hadn't even done a whit of work! Not one word. So of course, I was tasked with completing her part as well as mine. Which, of course, I can do effortllessly - I'm no idiot - but honestly! Horrid work ethic."
@Saber
For instance, researching to her heart's content was definitely acheivable back home, but not doing so with a group of competitive, like-minded peers. She'd had exactly zero friends when she'd died, aside from her mother, which was still debatable to her. Now she had actual friends - that blond who was always fiddling around with video games, the few pupils she'd had while working as a tutor...
The other example was sitting right in front of her. She'd always had a collection of pleasure reading books that centered mostly on cute relationships, but before, she'd always degraded them, denouncing them as drivel and wholly unappealing. Never had she dreamed that a boy would be standing in front of her, let alone be with her. Most of the boys back home would have tried to curry favor with the more athletically capable girls in her class. And yet, here was a boy right in front of her, that she loved with all her heart and who had held a relationship - a stable, beautiful relationship! - with her for almost two years now. That was much improved from the worlds of words constructed into mockeries of her life.
In fact, here they were now, in their regular spot for a rather impromptu picnic. Of course, it was almost always impromptu for her, but for her boyfriend, the impossibly cute guy that he was, must have spent a few hours at least planning this. As always, he'd packed her favorites; little tupperwares containing cute little sandwiches, a bottle of cold green tea, and of course a tin of little chocolates that he knew were her favorites. God, she was so lucky to have him!
"... and of course, I checked into the project files, thinking she had simply edited the text for the slide. She hadn't even done a whit of work! Not one word. So of course, I was tasked with completing her part as well as mine. Which, of course, I can do effortllessly - I'm no idiot - but honestly! Horrid work ethic."
@Saber