No business like show business (for Blaine)

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David is finding a rhythm with his lectures and his readings and his essays. He thinks. So he decides it would be safe enough to get involved in some sort of society. Scripps has been asking him about what he does outside of school, and he wants to have an answer other than, "Revising."

There's a theatrical society at Magdalen, and they're having a recruitment meeting for anyone interested in joining. He'd thought about trying to get Akthar to come with, but then he decided that Blaine would be better for that, so he asked the other boy to join him. And now he's knocking on Blaine's door to see if he's ready to head out to the meeting.

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"It is." He leans a little closer. "That's why I always have some stashed in my room." The implication is that if David wants some he can always come to Blaine's room to talk.

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David nods, smiling a bit more.

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"Great." Blaine adds before turning to his lunch.

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David turns to his as well, still a bit melancholy but trying not to show it.

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"Did you have plans for later?"

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"Not really. You?"

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"Guitar lessons?"

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"That sounds lovely," David says with a smile.

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"Your room or mine?"

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"Yours? It seems more appropriate."

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Blaine gets up once the meal is done so that they can head back to his room.

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David follows, chatting as they go.

please can i come live under your bed instead of working?

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Blaine asks David questions about the lectures he's been going to and the work that he's been doing, all those kind of college-y questions.

*pets* of course! i'll move the boxes

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And David asks them in return.

yay! sounds like an excellent plan!

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When they get to David's room to pick up his guitar, Blaine offers to carry it.

:D doesn't it?

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David thanks him and allows it, though it feels a bit strange.

yes. because i want to be asleep right now.

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Blaine likes being a gentleman though. At least his room isn't that far so he can open the door for David and let him.

aww *pets* i totally understand

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David smiles at the gesture. He doesn't dislike it; he just isn't used to it.

it's worse because the day is so slow.

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Blaine sets up for the lesson as soon as they get settled into the room. He seems happy, and compliments David on his improvements while not completely ignoring what he needs to work on.

yeah, that sucks. but on the plus side, RP!

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David quite enjoys himself. He always likes learning new things, and Blaine is a very good teacher.

yes.... /pets. when i move to mon-fri i won't have a work day where i rp...

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When Blaine thinks they've had enough today he suggests they stop. After putting away his guitar, "How is your hand?"

yeah, that kind of sucks. starting the school year was the same for me

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David frowns down at his fingers. They're rather sore and clearly blistered.

"A bit worse today, I think."

<33 on a call right now on hold. *rps anyway*

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Blaine takes David's hand into his own to massage them again.

hee

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David doesn't point out that it's mostly his fingertips that hurt. He rather likes the massaging.

"Ta."

going home! will be back after food shopping

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Blaine works his way up Davids fingers. He rubs knuckles and is careful with any spots he might think are sore.