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[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

Oh. Stefán didn’t like where this was going…

"No." He replied rather bluntly. Family and family business was a rather soft topic for Stefán, and it was rare for him to talk openly about it – even to his parents. Talking about this to a person he had just met was simply not going to happen. He closed the book and stared at the cover for a moment. The dominating blue colour was calming to look at… it was no wonder why it was his favourite colour. "No," he repeated, a little softer this time. "I grew up as an only child."

Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie… he did grew up as his adoptive parents’ only child, but they had said something about him having a biological brother somewhere in Norway. However, Stefán had never spoken nor seen this brother of his, and therefore counted himself as an only child. No need to go looking for someone you had never met, or didn’t feel a burning desire to meet, was there? No. This topic was closed.

Stefán put the book on the small table again, and instead focused his attention on the English book. "… I do have a pet puffin though… as good as a sibling anytime," he said as he pulled the book into his lap and found the page he was supposed to read. Pets were probably one of the oldest subjects in the book to discuss. But still, it was much safer than family. It was too bad the boarding school wouldn’t accept pets, or he would have considered taking Mr. Puffin with him.

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

Trygve nodded a bit as he sat looking at a particular problem. His hand moved up fidgeting with the clip in his hair gently. He adored that clip so. Sighing as he tilted his head to the side, oh! He got it! Soon he was writing down the correct formula, and applying them to said problem. He sighed as he shifted positions, so he was nice and comfortably in the fluffy chair. “I suppose that makes two of us then…” He said nodding as he continued to work.

He reached into his bag to get out his calculator, good Lord, why did theses things have to run so expensive? Did he really need a calculator with more functions when he himself could manage to remember? The answer was no, no one needed a calculator like that. He blinked and leaned over to look in the bag, damn it, he must have forgotten it in his trunk. He sighed,”Ah… Stefán…” He mumbled, feeling award. “Do you have a calculator? I seem to have neglected to pick mine up before leaving my room..” He mumbled awkwardly.

“Oh, a puffin?” The Norwegian said with a bit of interest,”… F. arctica…” He repeated quietly to himself, just a side comment. He glanced up at the other,”Pets are good, though…I had a goat…But, not anymore…” He said with a nod,”Though I suppose it’s a good thing that he passed, or else he’d be left in the care of my parents, and he’d have died anyway..” He said nodding, he rather his pet die of age, then die of starvation.

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

He looked up from his book when he heard his name. "Calculator? Ah, yes…" Stefán put the book on the table, and pulled his bag into his lap. He knew his calculator was hiding somewhere in there because of the massive size of it. It was impossible to forget a calculator with the size of his shoe. Stefán had insisted to get a smaller one, one that was cheaper and less heavy, but the standard of the school demanded a calculator of the more fancy ones. And expensive ones. Pushing aside his social studies book, Stefán saw the grey and blue calculator.

"A… goat?" He repeated, not wanting to tread into the topic of parents. Stefán’s expression showed mild surprise as he put the bag down to the floor, the calculator in his hand. "What was his name?" he inquired out of curiosity as he handed the calculator to Trygve. It was hardly used… Stefán hardly possessed any math skills – politics and social studies was his forte – and so the calculator was hardly ever used. He had never heard about goat being kept as pets before… well, maybe except at farms. But then again, he had a Lundi following him wherever he went at home. Puffins weren’t exactly the most common pets either; they were food… at least that was what the puffin hunters said.

Stefán retreated back to his chair, put English book back into his lap, but kept his eyes on Trygve.

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

He nodded,”Thank you.” He said as he took it from the others hand. Nope, no one ever needed something like that. He sighed as he figured out the damn thing, at least it graphed stuff for him. He needed to track down his own before class, and there was no way he would buy another, how many mouths could he feed with the amount of money he spent on the calculator? Many. Many, many mouths… He shook his head, cold they at least learn how to use them? A calculator class? That’d be useful. He leaned down and he picked up the text book, opening it to remind him of how to do a certain equation.

Trygve sighed as he used it,”Yes, a goat…” He said nodding a bit,”She was sweet, Bragi…” He mumbled as he erased an answer, and rewrote it. He hated having to do do review from previous years. Why? Why did he have to do this? He didn’t ever want to have to use Logs, or any other stuff he learnt a few years ago. Look at them, a Norwegian with a Goat, and an Icelandic with a Puffin. Both of which were somewhat judge-y about things, and made conversations awkward. Did that make them…Friends?

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[OOC: fff! Short post is short! ]

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[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

"Please, use it until you locate yours... I seriously doubt I’ll ever be using mine in my math class." Urgh... just the very words – math class – made him feel ill. He had never possessed any skills to solve equations with xs and ys and other various random letters. But it wasn’t him that had paid for it; it had been his parents that had paid a ridiculously big amount for the ridiculously over-sized calculator. But he would never admit that, no way. If anyone asked, Stefán had worked a part-time somewhere to save money.

And... were they qualified as friends now? Sharing stuff and all that? It was an interesting thought.

And wow, the Norwegian was actually serious with the whole goat thing… and here Stefán had thought only farms and petting zoos kept goats. Guess he needed to change his view of the world. "Bragi?" he found himself intrigued. "After the Norse god of eloquence and poetry?" Norse mythology was most certainly a favourite subject. And Stefán couldn’t help but to notice a softer edge about Trygve at the mention of his goat. He must have really been fond of her… - and judging by the way he spoke of them – less fond about his parents.

[ooc: short post is indeed short]

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

He nodded some as he leaned back in the comfortable chair as he continued to plug in the same equation. “Not a fan of math then, I take from your words…” He commented as he looked up at Stefa ́n, inwardly amused. He didn’t hate math, but by no means did he love it. It was simply a subject, and the nice aspect of it was that it was the same more or less internationally, which was untrue in most any other class.

God damn it, he was doing the right thing! It just didn’t want to work. Yes, he knew calculators did not lie, for they were inanimate objects incapable of doing such deceiving things. But still. He muttered to himself before he tried to reenter the problem. There were too many parentheses to have open, or closed, or God only knows what else he had to do. Though he did suppose he could waste a day or two figuring out what each button did, not to mention their second functions, or their alpha functions…or the apps, those to. Yes, Trygve was going to have a grand old time with this mathematical devil.

Trygve copied down the problem in it’s correct form as he moved onto the next problem. He gave a nod,”Mmhm…” He mumbled as he looked at the problem he was on now. Fidgeting a bit, he soon stopped himself, he had a horrid habit of cracking his joints. He was working on stopping that, it was quite irksome. “Maybe one day I’ll get another one…” He said, half hopeful, but it wasn’t so much something he wanted right now. Another goat would be nice, they were amusing, but… none would be Bragi again. Sentimental Value, that was what it was called, right? Like his clip? Just getting a new one would not be the same, or worth it.

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

Stefán shrugged, "I think math developed a grudge against me early on..." he muttered and focused his attention on the page again. "We’ve never been close." The dry attempt of humour almost made him grimace... because it certainly wasn’t funny. Stefán stifled a yawn and turned the page. Multiculturalism in the UK greeted him with big bold, yellow letters. Well then, his assignment could be that far off...

He had come down to the library to find more material about the different colonies of the United Kingdom... which technically shouldn’t be difficult in a library. Though Stefán was beginning to doubt his navigation abilities – this library was like nothing he had encountered before. It was grand, it was huge, it was confusing, it was absolutely and fully American. If Americans had the capability and measures, they wouldn’t do anything half-heartedly.

Upon feeling a slowly spreading sensation of needles being poked into his feet, Stefán decided to shift his position. He swung his feet over the armrest, supporting his back against the other. "What made you decide on getting a goat?" Oh yes, he was really in a position to discuss domestic animals... "I mean, I’m not an expert, but goats seems like an unusual choice of pets..." Either that, or goats were fully recognized as pets in Norway and he had just made a fool of himself.

[ooc: *is still alive*]

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

The Norwegian gave a brief smile before his expressionless face returned,”Mathematics is a particular thing to enjoy…” He said nodding as he worked, it was true. He himself was quite good at math, considering when he was younger he’d taken some of his free time to learn ahead from his texts books. Which meant he knew what the class was doing before the class did it, making math an easier subject.

Trygve glanced up as he heard the questioning of the goat, and he shrugged a bit,”I think I have contact dermatitis…” He mumbled. It was true, there were certain things where he would touch it, and he’d get a rash and it’d be so irksome. One of them was cats, he could live with them, but if he pet one he would have to wash his hand or he’d get some rash wherever the cat touched. He shrugged,”Though there was more of a reason for that. A dog? Dogs are nice, but they do tend to constantly require some sort of attention, quiet annoying… Goats. They’re creatures that are used to living outdoors, to being on the hills or mountains…” He said nodding some as he felt a bit awkward,”They don’t beg for attention, they’re just content.” He mumbled as he shut the math book, and he put the notebook in his bag as he got out his English book. He sighed, it was grammar, and he started doing some of the worksheets. “What inspired your pet?” He asked as he twirled the pen through his fingers.

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[ OOC: sorry it's so shorrttt ;;; ]

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

How could mathematics be a particular thing to enjoy...? It was bothersome, the numbers swam before his eyes and they would never add up correctly in his head. His math grade had been one of the lowest in his class throughout primary and secondary school, much to his shame and embarrassment. Needless to say he was not in the advanced math class.

Stefán listened to Trygve as he told him about his pet, and Stefán found himself silently agreeing with him. His mother had the same things for horses. "My pet...?" he repeated and began searching his memory. "Well... I... sort of stole the egg from a hunter I stalked. I was eight years old and believed I could save the world from Lundi veiðimaður if I took the eggs they stole from the nests and put them back. Though... this egg hatched before I had time to put it back." He paused and smiled at the memories. His mother had been furious once she found the small puffin chick in his room, but at that time it was too late. The puffin and Stefán had bonded, and the puffin refused to leave Stefán’s room.

"My dad named him Mr. Puffin because he acts like he owns the house, and mum tied a pink bow-tie around his neck to distinguish him from other puffins..." Not that it was necessary... puffins weren’t that common in Reykjavík, and they weren’t usually found on people’s shoulders. "I have considered finding the customs papers to see if I can get Mr. Puffin transferred – but a boarding school just isn’t the place for a seabird. It’s too hot here..." He finished lamely. It wasn’t only the puffin who would find Florida too warm; Stefán himself had no interest of going outside in the middle of the day.

[[ooc:*huggles* :3]]

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

Trygve nodded as he paused in his work listening to Stefa ́n, he smiled breifly. That was a nice reason to have a pet puffin,”I suppose we were both somewhat more interesting when were younger.” He mumbled, a bit amused at that fact. Here they were, hanging out in the library, doing homework, though when they were younger they would have exotic pets, and acquire them in interesting ways. He supposed part of what made this awkward was they were both out of their comfort zones.

He sighed, as he shut the book. He sighed as he leaned down, getting his bag as he pulled it into his lap, wondering what other homeworks he could do. He supposed he could do his Human Physiology homework, that was always interesting. He grabbed the notebook, and the reading packets as he started to try to find the reading of the night.

“It is too hot here…and I wouldn’t trust people around here to take into account that Mr. Puffin is a small animal…” He said as he stared at his assignment, it was a bit confusing, considering he had four different packets. “Who is taking care of Mr Puffin now?” He asked, glancing up at the other before back at the packets, brows furrowed a bit in frustration.

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[ ooc: -hugglesback!- ] c:

[STEFÁN EIRÍKSSON]

Stefán nodded briefly. As a child he had been more outgoing, but as he grew older he had come to value his own company more. his classmates found him weird and stayed away from him. Nothing wrong about that, right? Glancing back into he book, he saw the tasks connected to the text. He frowned before closing the book... he could always finish it later anyway. Upon putting the English book back into his bag, Stefán found his social studies book instead. "True, but you’d be surprised how stubborn that pigeon can be sometimes." he muttered in reply.

He pulled his notebook into his lap, his pencil case on the table and the book supported on his knees. "Well... My parents made it quite clear that Mr Puffin was my sole responsibility when I was younger, but I do hope they are looking after him when I’m here." They had grown to like him over the last eight years, even though he could get the idea to raid the kitchen in the middle of the night, or sing the sun welcome early in the morning. God, he really missed the feathery companion right now. Stefán tightened his grip around the pencil as he wrote down the answer to the first question. Really, thinking about pets at a place like this wasn’t going to help.

The second question was trickier, and he tapped the pencil against the notebook as he looked up. "What are you up to?" he inquired and tilted his head slightly to the side.

[TRYGVE GRÅFELL]

Trygve nodded some,”Ah, well…I do hope so to, he seems to mean a lot to you.” He nodded, he couldn’t imagine having his goat stay with his parents, give them two days and she’d be dead. At least natural causes took her, it was a much greater relief. He finally found one of the pages, and he got out a colored pen, so he could underline.

“Human physiology…” He murmured softly, he had chosen this topic as he found it brilliantly interesting,”It’s the science of the mechanical, physical, and biochemical functions of humans in good health, their organs, and the cells of which they are composed. Physiology focuses principally at the level of organs and systems.” He said nodding a bit. He was never good at stuff such as Biology, or those odd chemical compounds used in Chemistry, or the formulas used in Biology. But knowing about the other aspects of disease was fascinating.

“But we got multiple packets, and not too clear instructions.” He said softly with a shake of his head.