You said you would always be there for me!

Roomies | Flynn & Simba

youbroke-mysmoulder:

“Ah yeah, of course.” He nodded, clearing the last bits of food from his plate. “I picked German, and Art. Best of a bad choice to be honest. I can’t speak a single foreign language and my drawing skills are non-existent.” He shrugged and chuckled, licking the remaining food from his fingers. “Go for Music I reckon. Seems less work than Philosophy, less to catch up on.” 

Flynn wiped his hands on his jeans, making sure they were sufficiently clean. “I was supposed to go to some welcome meeting the other day. Doubt they’ll miss me or anything.” A mischievous smirk held strong on his face. Rules and Flynn simply did not mix. 

“I guess you could be right there. Music it is” Simba he chuckled giving a little shrug, not that his choice would likely make any difference to his own version of the class schedule. “Too bad they don’t have Swahili as a language. I think if they did I would ace it” he laughed. He lay back in the chair and put his hands behind his head.

“You weren’t the only one who missed it. I ended up on the top deck having a smoke instead” Simba laughed, he was definitely full of pizza now and didn’t see any desire to move when he head the bell for his next class.

insanitykilledthemarchhare:

so-why-worry:

“I hear that” Simba chuckled in reply and began to wish he had brought his sunglasses as well now. He brushed past people as they walked the opposite way to him and admired the market stalls and what they were selling. Simba couldn’t help grinning at March’s list of qualities. “Hmm you may have to drop a few of those” While he didn’t doubt that there was someone for everyone out there the chances of finding March’s perfect girl were 7,045,043,971 to 1, so their chances looked pretty slim. “I think it might be just a case of going up to a girl that takes your fancy and talking to her. you’ll have to see where it goes from their though”

“How could I drop them if they’re what I look for in a woman? They don’t all have to be there, but some of them, maybe replaced with flaws or other traits.” March rolled his eyes, but then stopped half way knowing it was horrible to do such a thing. “Here we are. The Park.” The vast amount of greenery hurt March’s eyes after being in a dark and musky street. “I try to talk to girls who take my fancy, but yes, I always say the wrong thing. I offend them, make comments that apparently aren’t what you should say to a woman.” March sighed impatiently. “I’m just trying to be nice and do they understand? No. A woman’s mind is even harder to understand than my own, and that’s an insane man talking.”

Simba listened as March spoke, he was beginning to get the feeling that this was going to be a hard task. “I think the only way I will be able to help is by seeing you in action. What sorts of things do you say to a woman?” he asked fearing that March might say some of the worst possible things while he was naively in belief that it was an okay thing to say.

He sat down on a bench in the middle of the park square and surveyed the area, slowly trying to formulate some sort of plan to help March.

Who’s up for a drink?

cigarettes-n-slayer:

so-why-worry:

cigarettes-n-slayer:

*Smirks* Is that a fact huh? Well challenge accepted, the names Simba by the way.

Bring it pretty boy. I’m Vitani

Pretty boy? Don’t think I’m going to go easy on you Vitani just because you’re younger.

Let’s do this… you got the stuff or do I have to sneak off to my room to grab some?

Tell you what, I’ll go get my stuff, you can get yours and we’ll meet up in the mist lounge say in about 15 minutes. Sound good?

Who’s up for a drink?

cigarettes-n-slayer:

You sure? You seem a little young…no offence.

I can hold my own, n’fact, I could probably drink you under the table

*Smirks* Is that a fact huh? Well challenge accepted, the names Simba by the way.

Who’s up for a drink?

cigarettes-n-slayer:

so-why-worry:

Anyone?

I’m down

You sure? You seem a little young…no offence.