The clock could not move any quicker, could it? The anticipation bubbled within Elias until the young man felt like he would bolt out of his seat, bag and books in hand. He'd promised to stay later today, seeing as some of his students had not fully grasped the concept of the essay they had been assigned. How long was it now until Comic Con? El pressed the home button on his phone so that the time and date flashed on the screen. Two weeks. That was two weeks too long. A voice to his side brought him back to the present.
"Mr. M?" asked the student beside him, her words carefully delivered as if he might snap. He never snapped though. Since the beginning of his teaching career, he had insisted upon being called by the first letter of his last name. "Mulligan" sounded like a character out of a fairy tale. El jumped slightly and turned, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Right. Well. You need to start by thinking of your purpose..."
When 6:30 finally flashed on the iHome in his bedroom, Eli had already changed into a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt which bore the name of a favorite movie in bold print. He was logging on to the computer when George's voice called from the kitchen.
"I'm making macaroni, E. Do you want some?" The nickname had been given initially to make fun of Elias for continually shortening his name. Now, it just sort of stuck. He stopped typing in the middle of his password.
"And cheese?"
"And cheese." El nodded to himself, but even though George couldn't see the gesture, he knew Elias would be fine with it. Somehow, they just knew each other.
Whisper is online.
He looked up at his screen for a moment and noticed that he was not the first one to arrive. Eli could've help but smile to himself as he noticed Aurinia was also online. He opened up an instant messaging app and set her as the recipient.
Whisper: Hey there :) How are you?
He felt something brush beside his leg while the message sent, and El looked down to see Frankie sitting between his legs, tail wagging expectantly as if she thought she deserved a treat. Eli offered her a pat on the head, which she accepted all the same, as he opened up his most recent book. It was a tale of intergalactic lovers, separated cheesily by custom and distance. He would probably scrap it within the week. Meanwhile, SKO finally loaded on the desktop, and he readied himself by laying one hand on the keyboard and the other on his mouse. The right one, the one on his mouse, moved quickly to push his glasses up his nose once more before returning to its previous position.
"Mr. M?" asked the student beside him, her words carefully delivered as if he might snap. He never snapped though. Since the beginning of his teaching career, he had insisted upon being called by the first letter of his last name. "Mulligan" sounded like a character out of a fairy tale. El jumped slightly and turned, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Right. Well. You need to start by thinking of your purpose..."
When 6:30 finally flashed on the iHome in his bedroom, Eli had already changed into a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt which bore the name of a favorite movie in bold print. He was logging on to the computer when George's voice called from the kitchen.
"I'm making macaroni, E. Do you want some?" The nickname had been given initially to make fun of Elias for continually shortening his name. Now, it just sort of stuck. He stopped typing in the middle of his password.
"And cheese?"
"And cheese." El nodded to himself, but even though George couldn't see the gesture, he knew Elias would be fine with it. Somehow, they just knew each other.
Whisper is online.
He looked up at his screen for a moment and noticed that he was not the first one to arrive. Eli could've help but smile to himself as he noticed Aurinia was also online. He opened up an instant messaging app and set her as the recipient.
Whisper: Hey there :) How are you?
He felt something brush beside his leg while the message sent, and El looked down to see Frankie sitting between his legs, tail wagging expectantly as if she thought she deserved a treat. Eli offered her a pat on the head, which she accepted all the same, as he opened up his most recent book. It was a tale of intergalactic lovers, separated cheesily by custom and distance. He would probably scrap it within the week. Meanwhile, SKO finally loaded on the desktop, and he readied himself by laying one hand on the keyboard and the other on his mouse. The right one, the one on his mouse, moved quickly to push his glasses up his nose once more before returning to its previous position.