Looking for a Distraction (Sync!)

[sepia]

Sometimes, one had to accept the fact that one just had to sit down and actually do some work. Unfortunately, Julian sighed with boredom as he flicked his eyes over the book he was reading, this seemed to be one of those times. It wasn't that the work he was supposed to be doing - Mr. Grey's Crusades assignment, in which Julian had decided to focus on Saladin, the man who'd had the odd distinction of being an enemy of the Europeans, and yet who'd also been respected by them for his chivalry - was boring, or anything... just that he'd really rather be doing other things.

Chucking the pen he was using for note-taking down on the table, he looked up, hopefully scanning the room for something interesting. Student working, student reading, student lying on a couch in a daze staring at the ceiling, two students bent over a computer in a way that made Julian think they weren't working at all, student leaving the room... No. Nothing interesting. No-one dancing around wearing a banana, or looking like they wanted company, or anything.

"Meh," he said, unintelligibly, expressing his disgust of the fact that there were no legitimate distractions from his work. Now he actually had to do it. Darn. Where were the distractions when you needed them? Utilising his pen in an utterly unhelpful fashion by beginning a drawing on the edge of his piece of paper (of some vague fantastical creature that looked like a cross between a horse and a dragon) he wondered if maybe he should just start typing up his report on his laptop.

Except for the fact that he didn't really want to. He wanted to do... well, he wasn't quite sure what, but he wanted to do something. Expanding his little drawing into including a little person riding the horse-dragon-thing, he resolved to procrastinate for five minutes, then get back to work.

Honest.

Unless something more exciting came along in the meantime.

[Sync]

His light frame darted around the corner, he was in hiding. He heard the lumbering footfalls of a very hairy canine and Freddie dropped down just in time. The dog soared over the boy, his fur brushing the back of his master's neck. The boy chuckled into the carpet, looking up briefly to see they were in the corridor leading to the lounge. Silence now Albert, we must army crawl! he told the dog, his frame beginning to be dragged along by his arms. Albert followed, shuffling along the ground behind his master. They finally reached the lounge door, which was slightly open, and crawled inside. The door was pushed open a little too wide ans smacked violently against the wall, causing a couple of students to jump out of their skins. Freddie snickered, but he continued into the room on his stomach.

The pair continued toward a boy who looked deeply bored with his work. Freddie was now on the opposite side of the table to the boy, his head springing up as well as Albert's. The canine and boy rest their paws/hands on the table. Whatcha doin'? he asked loudly, quoting Isabella from his favorite TV show, Phineas and Ferb. He knew the show was childish, but he had the girls voice perfectly. Freddie glanced down at the paper that the boy had doodled on. I think both the man and the horse/dragon need mustaches. he announced, picking up the boys pen and drawing in two rather attractive "French" mustaches. Maybe even some Beret's? he added one to the beast, deciding that it would suit it better than the human in the drawing. Freddie Giles, Resident weird English kid. he offered as an introduction as he still shaded in the beret. He felt the tug on his shirt from Albert. And this is Albert. He's got a rare hair disorder and was raised by wild dogs. A feral child if you will. That was the story he told most people, and then added one last sentence. He's a bit of a naturist too. he said, gesturing to the fact Albert had no clothes on.

[/i][/color] complete
wordcount: three-five-eight
outfit: Coming Soon
lyrics to: mayday parade - miserable at best
notes: I rather liked it ^^;
muse: humorous
credit to: JESH @ CAUTION 2.0 <3
[/font][/ul]

[sepia]

The entrance of Freddie and Albert had been noted - of course, what boy looking for a distraction wouldn't watch with curiosity the sneaking in of a very large dog and his human - and Julian had watched their progress across the room towards him with something in between bemusement and approval. This looked like a good distraction! And, indeed, it was, as the boy talked on and Julian came to the quick conclusion that he might have found the only other person in the school who talked with as much genuine, well-meant enthusiasm as he did.

"You can't only give one a hat. The human'll get jealous if he doesn't have any snappy head-gear," he protested, when he could get a word in edgeways, as he examined Freddie's additions to his doodle. "I think a top hat is needed, here." He promptly suited actions to words by giving the human said fashion accessory and shading it it in darkly, merrily ignoring the fact that it looked a little odd when coupled with Freddie's 'French' moustache. "There. Nowthat's balanced."

"Julian Sanders," he added, following introductory suit, continuing with a "Hi Albert," as he dropped a hand down to make friends with the dog. "Good thing we've got a pretty accepting school, here, what with your tendencies to run around in the nude, huh? What would you do if we lived in Iran?"

Not getting the reference to the TV show, never having in fact watched it, he didn't follow with an appropriate quote in return, instead just answering Freddie's initial question. "As to what I'm doing: procrastinating. I can think of about a million and one things I'd rather be doing that this report. Unfortunately my brain's been wired with a conscience so I'd feel bad just walking off and leaving it all alone. Wouldn't want it to get lonely, you see - homework can have such sensitive personalities!"

[Sync]

He watched as the boy added a hat to the human, nodding his approval. Hmm, you are right. Very much in balance. He smiled happily, a new friend to talk to was all he needed. Freddie was a genuinely happy person, but people brought out the best in him. We both agree it is lovely to meet you Julian. Ah, I know. Yet, there is no changing a nudist, they like to feel the wind between their legs. he chuckled at his childish joke. He looked at Julian's homework as he described what he was up to and Freddie shook his head disapprovingly. But, it is a perfect day to be explorers, or even spies. he said, genuinely distressed. Your homework shall be fine, if it want's company, Albert shall gladly eat it. It can join mine. He grinned. Albert ate most of his homework. It was good job he was smart, otherwise he would never get through school. Albert then decided he was growing bored and looked at Freddie, who wasn't paying attention. The canine removed his furry paws from the desk and launched himself at Freddie, causing the boy to tumble to the group, disappearing from Julian's view. Ooft! he exclaimed, rolling over so he was now on top of Albert. The canine shoved his paws into his masters chest, causing the boy to roll back to his first position. Albert stood over Freddie, attacking his face with slobbery kisses. Help! he called to Julian, then dissolving into laughter as Albert's fur tickled his neck. It was hopeless, when Albert was bored, there was no stopping him.

[/i][/color] complete
wordcount: two-six-nine
outfit: Coming Soon
lyrics to: mayday parade - miserable at best
notes: Honestly, it will get longer and better when my muse recharges.
muse: slipping from my grasps
credit to: JESH @ CAUTION 2.0 <3
[/font][/ul]

[sepia]

"Don't eat it," Julian protested, mock-fiercely brandishing his pen at Freddie and Albert like a (very small) sword. "That would be a terrible waste of time..." He trailed off as Freddie and Albert suddenly vanished from his vision, toppling to the floor in a roil of fur and limbs. Julian stared at his homework for a moment. It stared back, stolidly, challenging, the blank paper flaunting how little he'd done, and daring him to keep going. Julian glared at it. It remained unimpressed. Julian gave up as a cry for help from Freddie broke into their staring contest.

"I'll come beat you later," he told the pile, then launched himself after Freddie and his dog. Sometimes, it payed to utterly abandon what you were supposed to be doing, and actually go have some fun. Like now. Or, at least, that was the philosophy that he lived by, and if it resulted in hastily done work, well... life was too short to work all the time!

"Have at ye, foully furred canine," Julian proclaimed, diving into the wrestling match, merrily ignoring the slightly odd looks they were garnering from the more staid members of their school (heh, what did they know?) as he grabbed at the thick fur around Albert's neck. "That would have sounded so much better if you were a feline, you know," he reprimanded the dog, mourning the loss of his alliteration and choking slightly as he ended up with a mouthful of fluffy fur as Albert responded to the newcomer.

Rocking backwards to escape from the eagerly licking tongue, and managing to overbalance and topple over backwards, Julian did his best to keep up a thoughtful tone of voice. "Hmm... what would be better? 'Have at ye, cunningly charging canine'? More alliterative, anyway." Breaking his topple backwards by bracing his arms behind him, he ended up sprawled, rather, on the floor, as Albert's nudist friend tail-wagged his triumph at managing to get this other human to fall over too.