// room 218.

@mino (1/2)
Jiho laughed, loud and amused at the show of teeth. Of course, he ought to have seen it coming; his animal, in no way, would match in comparison to a chomp of bite. Cheetahs, after all, were better known for their speed than the size or sharpness of their fangs. He rolled his eyes, firm in his belief that Mino wouldn’t attempt to make lunch out of him, making a light noise resembling a snort. If in the case the whale decided to pick up on the feline’s poor habits of biting whatever pleased him, Jiho would simply have to tuck his tail between legs and dance out of way – sometimes, the best of strategies came in fleeing.

“Well, it’s a bad suggestion.” He’d always been reprimanded on being unable to filter out his opinions – the good and the bad – when he spoke, but it just simply wouldn’t have been a Woo Jiho type act to do so. Nonetheless, he grinned at the fingers that reached out at him, opening his teeth to take to mouth the digit. He bit at the knuckle lightly, just only barely placing his teeth onto the hard knob of the bone and gently rolling it between his teeth. “You’d be able to write it on a resume, maybe, if you were looking to go into education or something. Smart enough to bore a cheetah hybrid to sleep.” Jiho laughed, the tease obvious in the lightness of his tone. Rolling his shoulders, the hybrid offered his friend a quick jab at his side, “I wouldn’t be much either to let math get in the way of spending time you.” It wasn’t Mino’s fault – it was the subject’s.

If there was something Jiho found himself fascinated with, it was the others’ abilities to sit through what he himself would otherwise deem impossible. His mother was one of them, having an office job, trapped in a tight-spaced cubicle, tapping out on a tiny screen whatever it was exactly her career demanded her to do; he himself would never be able to live in such environment. He was a large cat, requiring space to freely roam and no mental barrier keeping the feline feeling trapped. It was a lot of maintenance required. So needless to say, despite Mino’s opinions otherwise, Jiho admired him for it. Never in a million years, would Woo Jiho be up for project with such requirements. He hummed, his nose twitching to the touch. “Hey, you can actually read that,” he made a less than polite gesture toward the text, left discarded off the edge of the bed, “without falling asleep. I say that’s pretty damned amazing.” And he wasn’t just saying so to lift mood. A tug of lips pulled at his cheek, pay back playing as he himself reached over to tug at Mino’s cheek. “But that stuff is boring. Try something like, showing people how to make your enemy’s cell phone explode without all the complication and you’ll be a national hero.” Or number one enemy; but in Jiho’s books, the two equaled one.

There was much amusement in Mino’s evaluation of which text would make for a better sketch pad than the other. Jiho’s eyes showed in the way they danced, curling around the corners to a small laugh. “Ah, but A Tale of Two Cities would provide for a scene to draw,” he hummed, twirling a finger in the air, unsure why quite he was arguing for such topic, “it’d be like a workbook of sorts.” Not that he particularly had liked any workbooks past the sticker days. Life had been much simpler back then.

“Think you have what it takes to manage me?” Again, his eyes showed bright, mischief hiding behind the amusement. He didn’t doubt that Mino would make for a better teacher than the ones supposed qualified by license to educate; surely his friend would know better how to stoop down to the too energetic boy’s level and help understand. But it also wasn’t a lie to say that not one person had thus yet had managed to keep the cheetah’s attention for longer than a bare few minutes at most – not even those with training to deal with attention deficit like he. “I’m a lot of work, you know.” It was, in a way, a warning of sorts.

@mino (2/2)
He didn’t quite understand, as being one never too affected by his animal counterpart. There had perhaps been a time where Jiho had attempted the same, covering the darker lines swirling layers under his eyes, but had eventually learned to give up, letting the unintentional scowl take its place. “You should just leave it be.” And perhaps it was a selfish statement to toss out, seeing as he himself had nothing to complain about. Leaning down, lying over his friend’s upper half, Jiho tilt his head, pressing his chin into his hands folded over Mino’s chest, his eyes rest casually on the contrasting white, studying, imaging how drawing such detail would look on a canvas. Shifting again, Jiho carried his upper half hovering over the whale’s, nudging the thick rims of the whale’s glasses up and further away. Glasses were quite the bother; Jiho was quite glad for his better than necessary vision. “I like it.” It was different – Jiho liked different. “Hey, it’s better than me. I look like I haven’t slept in days.” Reaching up, he motioned the lines under and around his eyes, the dark rings combining together, thicker, when he smiled. He pat the whale’s chest, a coy smile curling the corners of his lips.

“So, friend,” he hummed, a mock hurt playing in his exaggerated tone, “have anything else you’ve been hiding from me? A hidden mistress on the side, perhaps?”

(if there ever is a day that math makes sense, I swear the world would have ended. otl. If you were Korean, you wouldn’t need math to get into uni. I didn’t study for in hs but got into a fair enough uni with just my English scores. WOT YOU TaLK. omf. YOu'RE MORE PERF THAN ANYTHING. YOU’RE THE PERFFEST – wow, according to ms perfest is a word. /rolls all over your post. MAYBE THE AWSOME WILL RUB OFF ON ME.

WHY DOES THIS EVEN NEED TO BE SEPARATED INTO TWO POSTS. omf i'm sorry i talk too much. /cries a river and builds a raft to cross it over to you and sob)

@jiho “Careful there, I’ll bite back,” Mino flashed his rows of sharp teeth at the feline accompanied with a playful wink. “Maybe harder.” He had already been quite well acquainted with the affection that came from Jiho’s bites, but he was sure that the cheetah had intended for it to be a threat more than anything else. Not that he blamed him. I mean, who would want to be taught math to sleep? Surely, not him if ever given such a possibility. “It’s nothing but a suggestion, Ji,” an amused chuckle left his lips as he raised one of his fingers to poke it between Jiho’s lips and touching the fangs that would carry out his threat. “But I don’t wanna put you to sleep now… Scratch that, I don’t want to be the one to bore you to sleep. What kind of friend would I be if I did that?”

As much as he would be glad to hear such compliments out loud, Mino had a horrid habit of procrastinating. So bad he wasn’t quite sure how he still managed to get decent grades within his courses. Not only that, he more often than not stayed up into the wee hours of the night not for his school work, but for entertainment. In that sense, he was definitely a night owl and wasn’t quite so sure how he ended up being born as a whale hybrid instead of a nocturnal bird of prey. He couldn’t deny that he was much more productive under the moon rather than the sun, but it probably wasn’t healthy. If he could have it his way, Mino would love to learn from hands-experiences. There was only one problem with that…there wasn’t much physical work in his field of study. Much of it was on computers and planning so that others could carry out his ideas.

He more or less cringes at the large cat’s words, “tch, I wish I were amazing… Math is nothing if you don’t do anything with it.” Mino gently pinches his cheeks, “you’re much more impressive than I could ever be,” he adds shortly after, removing his fingers in favor of poking the feline’s soft nose. “Because your line of work has more opportunities to, for lack of better phrasing, speak with a person’s emotions. Nothing in the ‘electro stuff’ can do that. And the workings behind the things created would more or less bore everyone else to sleep, too. Not very many people want to know what keeps their Macbooks and Surface Pros running, you know.”

“There are some books that are better for sketching than others. Like a Calculus 1 book would be much better suited for the task rather than a copy of A Tale of Two Cities.” He wishes he could say he shared the same sentiment, but with his lack of ability to draw he couldn’t say he did the same. Save for the occasional smiley faces and misshapen cartoons and animals he would scribble into the margins when he was much too exhausted to pay attention in class.

The whale laughed at a mental image of Jiho literally rolling over and pawing at people for attention. That was surely not something he could see without bursting out in laughter. As the wild feline he was, Jiho seemed much too unbridled to be have the spirit of a domesticated animal. “I would suggest you using that class as nap time and me teaching you late in the night to be better fit for you than being an errand boy for your professors,” his lips curled up into an expression of amusement as he let his hands drop from the other’s cheeks and onto his shoulders.

On instinct, Mino’s eyes shut when the finger slipped underneath the thick, black frames that covered his dark irises. Realizing that Jiho had noticed that which he was quite self-conscious about, his smile faded, but the traces of it still remained. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered open as his body figured that the male wasn’t going to jab a finger into his sensitive eyes. “It’s not always there…” he answers in almost a whisper, now wishing he had placed at least a minimal amount of cosmetics before his friend had arrived. Therefore, that statement wasn’t entirely false, but it definitely wasn’t true either. “I…cover it up when I leave this room…”

There were only two things that Mino was always conscious of, physically: his teeth and that white patch. The former, because he knows it to be painfully on the receiving end, and the latter, because it looked so strange. Fortunately, it was easy enough to cover the oval of white around his right eye and it wasn’t harmful to anything but his self-esteem. His teeth, on the other hand, had a reputation of accidentally drawing blood in kisses and as a result has led to frustrating ends of his relationships, much to the whale’s dismay.
[ lol thanks bb I think I'll need it. At this point if I understand something in math I feel like it's a miracle otl. Good grades psh. I'd just give up on them if I could but they're supposedly too important to get into universities to go without otl. Nonononono IT’S PERFECT no matter what you say YOUR PERF <3 yours was much better than mine all the way >~< ]

@mino .
It was an automatic reaction to snort at the suggestion. Sure, being read the ridiculous script would, as it seemed, succeed in lulling the hyper-active boy to sleep; but no doubt, the rest would be fitful, and he would wake swearing to never fall asleep again. So to it, Jiho huffed, rolling his head back to knock against his friend's for even thinking of such torture. "I'll bite you if you do." The threat wasn't at all frightening, seeing as the cheetah hybrid had a knack of biting, more often for sweeter reasons than the action itself. "Hard." The intensity of it simply didn't make such lame statement any more frightening. His teeth weren't nearly as large or impressive as the others of the big cat population. He wrinkled his nose at the thought, sniffing loudly. The subject and he were simply not meant to be. "Don't you dare." His threats may not have been serious, but the hybrid himself was quite as serious as he could be; he would surely fall asleep before Mino could begin his second sentence.

Jiho, honestly, was quite more than impressed with his friend's choice of field. Mathematics, or any of the complicated ideas his friend surely probed through in the duration of his classes, wasn't something the feline himself could find himself dealing with. He was more of a hands-on type of person, needing to touch, paint, and physically express the ideas swarming in his head. To be trapped behind theories he was supposed to understand, but too obviously wouldn't, wasn't something the feline could find himself doing. Mino, in this sense, was perhaps a greater person than Jiho could ever imagine.

"You're pretty amazing," he whistled, shaking his head of the image painted of his friend behind a walled desk, nose buried in books. "Books are more like ... sketch pads." Overly expensive, used, sketch pads, of course - something that he wouldn't buy, if given the choice and option to. It certainly wouldn't have been a lie to say that Jiho had spent more of his hours drawing in his texts than reading them as he was supposed to; clearly, it was a surprise to everyone how the boy had yet to flunk out of all his classes.

The grin Jiho gave his friend was wicked, wide and full of nothing but mischief. Given any other scenario, or perhaps even in this one alike, many would have assumed that he was too clearly up to no good. And perhaps he wasn't; the reason he had sought out Mino in such hours had been in a desperate plea to help bring to understand the impossible that was math. There had been no previous thought of anything else. But since when had Woo Jiho ever kept to his plotted schedules?

A low rumble rippled from the inner depths of his chest as Jiho leaned instinctively into the warmth of the hand that wrapped his cheeks. It was a near embarrassing habit, provided by his feline counterpart, his animal instincts overruling the human. "Math is boring," he mumbled, a light puff to his cheeks putting sore emphasis to his dislike of the subject, "I'll roll over and play domestic kitten if it means just passing the class and never having to see it again." In fact, it wasn't a bad idea - perhaps he could look into making a deal with his professor about it; he wouldn't mind being coffee boy for the duration of a semester he was supposed to retake classes.

He had no real answers to the question passed on him other than the most obvious incredulous look he wore. Anything, even baring through another run in with his more pack orientated large cats crowd, would have been better than filing through another chapter. Jiho didn't voice this, however, instead letting his attention drift to the circle of white located at Mino's right eye. He hadn't noticed it before. Perhaps he just hadn't been paying nearly as much attention to his friend than he ought to have. It was much different from the dark rings that circled his own eyes. "I don't remember this." He reached, ducking a finger under his friend's rimmed glasses to gently trace at the lower edges of the discolored skin.

Despite his involvement in the artistic field, it was rare that Jiho drew the things he saw. His mind had more than enough subjects to bring to life on canvas; but sometimes, he would fall temptation to the things he saw. He was, after all, a slave of beauty. And now, it was to this smaller detail he found himself caught, a mental brush rolling over blank space. Pearly white, instead of a charcoal black.

(oh god. good luck to you mang. i would die if i had to take math. i was considering taking math to fill in for the four gen ed classes i have to take, but then was like AHAHAHA NO. lmao. because who needs good grades; jiho just needs to pass. shhh. omf. i took forever too otl. i don't know why this took so long i'msorry. it'snotevenagoodreply. i'll just. crawl in my corner and hide forever ///)

@jiho "Maybe I should read you math theorems when you can't sleep at night," Mino teased as his long arms wrapped tightly around his friend's torso. He wasn't quite so sure what was more amusing. The fact that Jiho was falling asleep just at a mere algebra problem, or the fact that he was acting like this simple order of operations problem was a battle to the death instead instead of an arithmetic exercise. "Or maybe I should teach you trigonometry when you're too hyper."

The whale wasn't quite sure what it was that compelled him to go into a field with so much math. It definitely wasn't his favorite subject either. It was more like a necessary evil for him to study the thing he wanted to do. Maybe he should've gone into Computer Sciences instead. That would've been more of what he wanted, and less of all the math. Except...he should probably use is exceptional understanding of arithmetic though, shouldn't he? And with his parents' pressure, there was no surprise that he had chosen for Electrical Engineering as the compromise.

"None taken," he lets out a soft laugh at the other swatting away at his poking fingers. "It's not too excessive, but yes. All that 'electro stuff' does use quite a bit of math." Mino smiles as he thinks back to the sketches of the other's that he quite admires. He wishes he could draw like such, much less sketch it so easily as if it were second nature. The young killer whale has always loved the arts, but nothing has ever much been his forte...except for the rap that he indulges in. Performing arts was always a little easier on him than visual.

For as long as he can remember, Mino has loved hugs and Jiho has also always been most especially huggable. Perhaps it was because the other was a feline, but he rather enjoyed cuddling up to him. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, lips parting in a joyful laugh at the other's suggestion to do something other than study. "Play? But play what? I mean, math is pretty hard to beat," he added a sarcastic roll of his eyes to the latter part of his phrase. Mino puffed his cheeks when the cheetah poked his cheek, then he scrunched his nose which itched a little from the poke. He was too lazy to reach his arms up to scratch, so he settled for scrunching it.

A soft whine came from Mino when the other boy squirmed under him and was suddenly sitting on top of his chest. He shifted until his arms were free and reached up. However, he stopped midway, leaving one arm hovering in the air while his other hand reaches under his thick-framed glasses to rub the eye with the white oval patch surrounding it. He blinks his eyes a few times to focus them before he continues to lift his hands to cup his friend's cheeks. "What do you have in mind that's better than math?"

[ lol, I wish I could say I will do the same...but I'm pretty sure between the two fields I'm thinking of going into, both of them have math to some degree >< Shush. shush. They don't need to study /flails; they can just have fun. and I'm sorry this literally took forever. /sobs ]

@mino .
On a more casual basis, putting Jiho to sleep was a task claimed impossible by the people who had tried - but no one had attempted teaching him math, as a queer sort of lullaby.

It was certainly odd how the numbers and words scrawled across the page numbed his ever excitable brain to a rest, lulling him to a coming comatose state. Seeing him so calm, read sleeping with his eyes open, was a sight rare and unimaginable by many. The cheetah himself found it a surprise to see his movements lag, his mind refusing to conjur up any situations behind simply curling up by his whale friend and rolling out of consciousness.

He groaned. "You think I'm kidding." He most certainly wasn't. Math was like a certain weakness to him, even worse than having to deal with his high school therapist, who had assumed meditation be the best medicine for the hyper-active boy. "You're a good friend," Jiho gasped, reaching and gripping his fingers into the corners of Mino's shirt, "but I don't think I can go on." Be it an actual game of war, Jiho might have been more active than falling out premature.

Jiho squirmed to the fingers that pushed at his side, letting off a small squeak to the first poke, unexpected. Then he laughed, swatting at the hand that continued on to his arm. "I don't know how you do it. Math is horrible - no offense y'know since you do that ... electro stuff I'n sure is related to math or whatever." It was really wasn't Jiho's thing and he was soon beginning to regret his second subject in marketing. They hadn't warned him beforehand that he would have to take math. Had he known, he would have stuck pleased and happy to his more artsy topics.

"Oh god, it's like you read my mind." There was a wide smiled placed on the cheetah's lips at the sound of a break, drooping eyes waking as his ears stood to good news. Break time had always been his most favorite time of the day. He wasn't sure what sounded better - perhaps something more unsuited for the time of day - than the sound of the text slamming shut; the only thing better might have been watching it burn. A soft grump parting him, Jiho made a soft noise as Mino laid over his stomach, relaxing under the weight of his friend. "Lets play," he decided, tossing the word without real definition, reaching up and over to poke at his friend's cheek with a wicked grin. "Anything's got to be better than math." A mischievious light flashing his eyes, Jiho squirmed, reposition the duo on the mattress until he resulted on top, a rumbling laugh leaving him as he sat atop his friend's chest, legs folded back on the either sides.

(i don't even want to think about math. i gave that up faster than anything. and is why i'm a language major /cry. - i don't think they're gonna get much studying in tho)

@jiho [ orz. No calc then. Let's not talk about derivatives and integrals when I don't need to xD Pssh, who knows? I'll do what I can. I'm so bad at tutoring people irl though ;; ]

@jiho Mino nibbled on his bottom lip as he could tell that he was beginning to lose the other to his own thoughts, or rather, to sleep. He tilted his head a little as the other's finger poked at the page.
"It's uh... This," he lifted his hand, wrapping his lithe fingers gently around the back of Jiho's hand and moving it across the page to the correct number. "So...you multiply this–" Slide. Jab. "–by this–" another poke. "And then divide the entire thing to... this one." Again, he moved the other's hand across the page to the number he first pointed at.
He instinctively leaned away when Jiho threw himself backwards, flopping down on his bed. Mino knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help but laugh at the dramatic show of his emotions. The killer whale leaned over with an extended finger to poke the boy's side a few times, in the ribs, then on his arms. "Come on, I wouldn't give up on you that easily!"

After a few moments of quiet and just the sound of each other's breathing and the air conditioning, Mino puffs his cheeks a little bit, "It's boring, huh?" he said quietly, letting his body fall down onto the mattress. He propped himself up with his elbow so that he was on his side as he looked over at the cheetah. How was he supposed to make math interesting enough for an art major that couldn't focus for longer than 3 minutes on such a subject. He didn't blame the boy though. When he first started, he hated math since his parents had forced it upon him, but as he grew an interested in a subject that required the subject, he had to know the things no matter what, so what could he do?

Mino hummed softly as he thought, "why don't we take a break?" They could afford one, right? It wasn't like the other was in too much of a rush to learn everything to pass a test in three days or anything... He slammed the book closed after sliding a scrap piece of paper, which he wasn't sure where it came from, and he placed the text on the ground. "Let's forget about all the numbers for a little, hmm?" A soft, light-hearted chuckle escaped his lips as he flopped down again, laying his head over Jiho's stomach for a few minutes. Deciding after a while, he moved so that he was laying completely over his stomach, propping himself up again on his elbow as he tilted his head and grinned at the boy. "What do you wanna do?"

@mino .
Jiho snorted, loud, breaking out into a fit of laughs too soon after. "Ha, you're hilarious," he grinned, wide and childishly. This was, quite possibly, the highest his attention would last during the period of their tutoring session. It was never a matter of will, how well Jiho could concentrate - despite what his teachers claimed and made seem. He tried, he honestly did; but how could he, when all he heard an annoying buzz that beckoned him to leave, to play? Sitting still, was simply not a very Woo Jiho like thing to do.

Still, it was better Mino than the cranky old professor, who had taken upon the task of tutoring the easily-distracted cheetah and too soon given up, several strands of his graying hair stuck in his fingers in utmost annoyance. So much for passing every student who tried - and, believe it or not, Jiho had tried hard.

"Mn," he hummed, drawn and already bored. Jiho scooted closer toward the whale, closing to their thighs bumping against the other as he hunched over the book, squinting irritably at the smaller text scrawled out on the page. The cheetah had prided himself of a good vision, but this was just ridiculous - when would he ever need this in life? Even with the lesson having only just seconds ago began, and the boy having learned nothing - except maybe that Mino's text was the ninth addition -, the words on the page had begun to swirl, mixing to an illogical order. This was a math text, so why was there more alphabet in it than numbers anyways? Still, he'd set determination that he wouldn't give up - Mino was trying for him, so Jiho ought put more effort than opening and shutting the book in a half decimal of a second.

And he had tried, he honestly had, halfway through the tenth sentence biting his scaled nails into the skin of his knees to keep from the bounding urge to flee the immediate situation. Deeper into the lesson, having absorbed at least half of the words and theories tossed out at him, Jiho felt his tail die in a tall-tale sign of slumber; and he yawned, following up to another and a third. By the time Mino had paused, reading the lost expression scrawled in his eyes, he had to have yawned at least five times. It wasn't the whales fault, Woo Jiho was just simply unfriendly with the terms of education - it really was a wonder how he had gotten quite so far in the strict system. For a boy with so much energy, it was funny how exhausted he felt, absorbing the seemingly illogical words.

In his defense, he had at least caught half of what was thrown and understood a third.

"Um," he paused, scrunching his brows together to think. "So, you ..." his fingers jabbed out at the numbers placed on the page, "you ... multiply this and divide by ... what?" It really wasn't fair how Mino managed to understand such atrocity without falling over dead. Jiho groaned, throwing himself back into the plush mattress behind him. "I can't do this, this is impossible!" He had given a fair attempt. "I'm doomed, Mino, go on without me. It's too late for me." And now, he was just being dramatic.

( ahhh - um, just ... reg math? lol. i was gonna have it be like business math bc jiho's minor in marketing, but since their classes wouldn't clash in such terms, mino could be just revise him over the basic fundamentals of math like ... idk ... probability? word problems? )

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@jiho [ orz. is it bad that I haven't really talked with my roommate before...? O~~o ]

Yes, yes. An organized mess it was...just give Mino at the very least five minutes to find something he really needs. Sure. It wasn't all that convenient, but it gave off a sense of home and order, ironically enough. If anything were way too clean, he probably wouldn't be able to stand it for very long if he had to live around it. The bad influences of living in a mess...

"Chanyeol would understand," he sticks out his tongue rather childishly as he shifts around on his bed to sit more comfortably. He drops the book between the two of them and flips the cover open. "From the top? Let's see... here's the title page, what you can learn from here is that it's a math book and-- ooh~ it's the nineth edition.." he jokes rather lamely before he seriously flips to the first chapter and stretches his arms out in front of him.

With a soft sigh, he reached over and tugged on the other boy's shirt. "Come closer, so you can see the book, you. I can't teach you when you can't even see the book." After just flipping through a few of the pages in Jiho's book, he more than wanted to distract himself and just spend hours examining those pretty sketches...but he needed to focus if he were going to make the other focus, too. "Let's see..."

Mino would do his best, although he wasn't quite sure how he was as a teacher, he needed to do what he could if he were to help. As he went through the first chapter, Mino would pause every few minutes to poke around, and jostle the boy as if to give him a slight breather from the boring subject that was in this book. Sure, he loved math... (meh, who was he kidding, it was just required for his major)... but with the way this textbook worded things and presented them, he was reminded of how he had a hard time staying awake doing his homework. Forget listening to the bored professor droning on and on about derivatives, he couldn't even focus on reading the lessons on his own when he had been taking the class.

"Am I going to fast..?" the engineer asked quietly when he saw a look of confusion dance across the other's eyes briefly. He puffed his cheeks a bit as he crossed his legs on top of the bed, grabbing his ankles with his larger hands. He slouched a little as he waited for the cheetah's answer, but straightened his posture quickly when the other answered him.

[ I feel like this is too short ;;; ... I'm not so sure what to write about their tutoring ;; what kind of math are we doing >< does that even matter..? and no worries~ I'm like..distracted all day e'eryday, sho~ otl. I get distracted easily when I'm writing replies and I want them to be good, so then it ends up taking forever almost all the time e u e;;; ]

@mino .
There was always a sort of homey feel to his friend's room shared with the monkey - in all literal terms - that Jiho's lacked. Perhaps it was the comfortable mess, objects scattered about in an odd sense of organized fury. Whatever it was, the disorganization was not at all disliked. "Sure, turn the blame on your poor roommate," Jiho's eyes lit at the shift of fault, a broad smile squeezing them to rounded crescent slits. Just like the odd fondness in the room, the cheetah felt the same like for the sea spirit, an otherwise odd match between land and water. "Poor Chanyeol. I should tell him that you're throwing him to the fires when he's not around." His words came out in a teasing sing-song as he nudged the door shut with his feet, arms shrugged out on either sides of him in a careless shrug. Jiho wasn't serious and the chances of starting a conversation with the someone he didn't know was a closing slim to none. He grinned regardless.

It had been of great relief when Mino had agreed to help him despite knowing Jiho's inability to remained focused for long. Anyone else knowledgeable to this fact would have turned him down, deciding him too much trouble, even paid for. The last person his mother had attempted to hire for her baby son had quit with tears in their eyes. Woo Jiho was simply too much trouble for one person to handle.

So he had much to thank.

Still with a coy smile curling his lips, Jiho moved from his position by the front doors to where he was invited on the bed, dropping onto the plush mattress gratefully. He didn't resist to his text being taken out of his hands, rather giving it up with more vigor than a person as territorial over his items should have. "I'll take that as a compliment," he snorted, watching as the whale flipped through his pages. Seeing them again brought back memories of when he'd first laid them on the pages, scraping the led of his pencil over the words he was quite positive would be important later, but couldn't find much care for. "Plus, if maybe the class wasn't so boring," he dragged the word, feeling it drag lazily along his tongue to emphasize such emotion, "maybe it wouldn't been quite so distracted."

His leg still hanging lazily off the edge of the bed, Jiho watched curiously as Mino went to over to the closet, head tilt in cat-like wonder. It was a question of whether he found relief or not when the book was scavenged from the hidden mess. He hummed lightly as the host returned to bed, shifting to accommodate for the other body. "Start from the top, teach," stretching out, he grinned, straightening his slouch in a mock show of attention. He would try, that wasn't a lie, but his lacking attention span never did manage to keep up with his determinations. That, simply wasn't his fault.

( fjdsioafsad. sorry i took so long as well. i'm so very distracted today otl. and to think i was going to finally finish up all the replies i had piled on me today otl ////// )

@jiho It took him a moment to swallow the rest of the beverage in his mouth when the other made his presence known before skipping in. A bright chuckle of amusement left Mino's lips at that comment. "Pssh, I clean up...some. It's Chanyeol that's the messy one in this room." Mino playfully sticks his tongue out at his friend before flashing his signature, toothy grin.

As an engineering major, of course he had to have quite a lot of math in his educational background. He had been ecstatic to learn that he could help Jiho with his classes. Also knowing the other's background of graded academics and his infamous inability to sit still and focus for very long when a subject didn't interest him. No wonder the other was an art major. Like his energy, Mino also envied the creativity and passion the other had for his works.

Mandatory classes, he knew for a fact, were definitely not fun and very boring. If it was Jiho needed to graduate with his class, he was, again, more than happy to help.

He patted the spot next to him on his bed, "c'mere you. What're we going to start with?" Mino asked as he crawled a little forwards on the bed to take the tattered mathematics book from the other male's hands. With his lips pursed, he hoped to be able to review what he was tutoring before they started to be better prepared. Another soft chuckle rose from his lips when he spotted all the doodles on the pages, some of which obscured the lessons on those pages. Mino clicked his tongue teasingly a few times. "Aigoo...no wonder you couldn't pass the tests. You can't even see the lessons in here from all your beautiful sketches." It was a compliment, but also a criticizing comment.

"We can use my old book. I don't think I ever sold it back to the store after the class ended," Mino nodded his head to get the other boy to sit down as he made his way over to his closet to shuffle through the textbooks he had been much too lazy to sell back (or he had just procrastinated to the point that he couldn't sell them back in the end). "Ah hah! Found it~" The male emerged from the closet with that grand grin on his face, raising the thick textbook of math over his head in triumph as he made his way back over and plopped down beside Jiho. "Alright, what's first?"

[ no problem~ ^^ sorry it took so long to get this up ;; ]

@mino .
It wasn't as if Woo Jiho was stupid, oh no; he was easily distracted and perhaps had a severe dislike of sitting still, but that, no way, meant he was dumb. He just perhaps needed some a patient hand to help him - and sometimes someone tough to hold him down when he felt the need to shift around. It was these obvious facts against him that had many raise their brows in wonder upon the know that he had gone on to college, never mind passed grade school. Well, he had his enhanced vision to thank for that - and the kid that sat next to him in class, for studying hard the night before for the both of them.

When Jiho had entered college, he'd expected things to be different. No more graded tests and perhaps more time to express self in work; being being an artistic major, he had had high hopes. Unfortunately, things never quite went as he planned them to be.

Embarrassingly, he had failed his first course freshman year. He'd sat, cross legged, in his dorm the night ending his first semester into school, staring down darkly at the graded paper he had gotten back from his professor, lips pressed and a dark scowl written on his face. The class had to be retaken and Jiho had simply pushed it off until 'later'. Now, a senior, he still hadn't once looked back at the mandatory math class he had been required to take, but hadn't. At this rate, he would never get to graduate.

This had been the reason why he had enlisted the aid of a friend he'd made during his years attending the university. Mino was good at math, right? He had to be, he was a whale and Jiho was sure that he'd heard from somewhere that whales were smart creatures. So with his worn out math text, too many of its pages decorated over with Jiho's distracted sketches of everyone in class and more, he headed down to the other boy's room, waving a short good bye to his roommate.

Down the hall, his fist made contact with the door, knocks not at all soft and orderly as he'd been instructed to make them - "so you don't disturb the others using the dorms," - freshman year. "Mino," Jiho called, pausing his slaps against the wood for just a moment to make his voice be heard, "I'm coming in!" See, he was a good friend; he had at least made his presence known, before barging in. Jiggling the knob open, Jiho practically skipped in, a wide grin placed loosely on his lips. Had anyone seen, they would have expected him going over to play and not study. And inside, he paused, a hand still on the metal knob of the door, a low whistle speeding out puckered lips. "You actually cleaned up some, wow. I'd clap but my hands are kind of full."

( it was perfect ♥ + thank you for starting )

@jiho Mino made a conscious effort to clean his half of the room as well as organize a good portion of his desk, just in case Jiho would prefer a table rather than his bed. After about an hour of semi-cleaning or organizing (meaning all he really did was move things around his room into a different form of chaos), he realized that this wasn't exactly the first time that the younger would be seeing the disorder that was the dorm room that he shared with Chanyeol. He glanced at the bulky, bright red G-Shock watch on his left wrist to see that there was only another few minutes until the other boy would be either knocking on his door or bursting through like the crazy child he could be at times. Mino loved the other boy's energy and was rather jealous of the speed he could run as a cheetah at heart. Then again, he could swim at an exceptional speed, so he couldn't really complain.
Finally, he had just given up on cleaning his room. It wasn't like he never did it...it was just that it usually tended not to remain as clean as it was made for more than the next three or so days. Quickly, before Jiho would arrive, Mino darted for the mini fridge in the corner of the room to grab a bottle from the stash of chilled lemon-lime Gatorade that he kept in the said container. The engineer-to-be leaped onto his bed and comfortably leaned against the wall as he cracked the seal open and took a swing from the plastic bottle. He was in the midst of downing the contents of the bottle when a sound announced the arrival of his victim--I mean, student he would be helping with his studies.

[Ta-dah~ I hope this isn't too short >< ]