Daniel Hayworth ✍
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✏ major; English Lit | mood; amused | tagged Joseph, Seraphina
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✏ major; English Lit | mood; amused | tagged Joseph, Seraphina
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- Daniel looked amused, nodding his head as he listened to Joseph speak. He genuinely looked flustered, and also annoyed, which made him hold back a grin. It was probably the fact that there were so many people at this table; much more than Joseph was comfortable with. He really was a guy who kept to himself, and really only needed the company of one, maybe two people. Unlike Joseph, Danny didn't mind being in a large group of people; he just wasn't very good at initiating the first conversations, is all. He needed someone who could continue a conversation with him, and someone who could provide some sort of sustenance to whichever topic they were discussing. It was from this that he could be involved. He didn't mind talking; he just needed that push from others. He then turned to the girl, giving her a half-hearted smile. "Hi," he said as well, looking at her briefly before turning back to his lunch. He was nearly finished his Sloppy Joe's, which made him feel disappointed, due to it having been so delicious. Maybe he shouldn't have eaten it so quickly, but it was much too good for him to savour it at this point. Even though it was cold, it was still good.
The table had cleared pretty considerably now, seeing as both Sarina and Acadia left the table-- probably to have a more private conversation about Sarina's song project, to which Daniel couldn't blame them for. Perhaps this table had too many listening ears, and they were uncomfortable about discussing a personal lyrics, maybe. Again, Danny couldn't care less, seeing as it had nothing to do with him, and he was more than willing to let them go off to discuss on their own. Looking back to his remaining lunch-mates, his brain ticked by as thoughts of potential ideas for topics of discussions whizzed throughout his head. Joseph still looked annoyed, and the blonde haired girl still hadn't introduced herself. He figured Joseph's mood would stay sour until the girl left, or until the bell rung. Daniel didn't want to be rude by straight-out ignore her, and thought to get Joseph to engage if he wanted to by lightly tapping his foot with his own, shooting him a look and a bit of a head nod. It was a little awkward that neither of them really seemed to know her, at-least, not well, so to ease the tension, it was better to make some sort of a conversation. "So, what's your name?" he asked, pointedly to the girl. It was a first for Danny to start the conversation, what was the world coming to? He didn't even know her. It was probably the awkwardness of this third person that was getting to him. He figured it was better for him to get to know her. "I don't know you, sorry. My name's Daniel." He jerked his head to Joseph. "This is Joseph. We're both studying English Literature. What's your major?"
As he waited for her answer, he finished up his Sloppy Joe's, licking his fingers from the remaining sauce. Placing his garbage into his paper bag, he took another gulp of his water before turning to his orange. He decided to peel it on-top of his open lunch bag, so that he wouldn't have to swipe the peels off of the table before putting it in the bag. It'd be faster this way, and he was all about efficiency, when he could help. As he peeled, the strong smell of oranges wafted in the air, a smell that he welcomed. Oranges were one of his favourite fruits, it reminded him of the time that him and his parents went to visit his grandparents (his Dad's parents) in Arizona. They grew all sorts of things, and one of them was an orange tree. It sat in their large backyard, amongst several apple trees. For some reason, they only had one orange tree. It was probably because they fancied apples more than oranges, and also because they knew that one of their grandsons loved the fruit, so they kept it growing for him. The thought of the orange tree brought him back to simpler times, when his mind was a much vaster expanse than it was now, and he didn't care about striving to be excellent; he was just driven to be a kid. It was kind of nostalgic, thinking about these things, because he was filled with wonder as a kid, for sure, but he wasn't as logistical as he was now as a teenager, or rather an adult (if one were to be technical).
