Post by ragnar sverre hrafnkellsson on Jul 5, 2021 12:42:36 GMT -5
Ragnar enjoyed working with the noise. Of course, he preferred the noise to be music or television in the basement he had once called home, but his father was decorating which meant there was a little more drilling and hammering that Ragnar could tolerate. It wasn’t the end of the world, but it meant that he was doing his work tonight in the dorms tonight. The background noise there was some occasional hollering in the hallway outside of his room, the doors surrounding his slamming and opening, and the echoing of voices drifting up from the quad three floors below. He had one headphone in, listening to his favourite album, but the other was dangling around his neck, just in case someone came knocking.
It wasn’t all that often someone hammered on his door, but he had friends in the building who would drop by if they were heading out for food, or going on an impromptu night out. Ragnar didn’t have the fake ID to join them on those particular excursions, and he didn’t mind that, but they kept asking nevertheless. He only had a few months until his twenty-first birthday anyway, and Ragnar could enjoy his own company so long as he had his drawing pad, and video games. Even with all the time he had lived in New York for, there was still a lot of American culture that felt strange to him. It was never anything major, but there were times he could be out in the city and suddenly he would feel overwhelmed with homesickness and that made everything around him feel strange. Iceland felt like an entire world away in moments like that.
He was settled for the evening, sweats on and leg curled up to his chest as he mindlessly sketched out his next design for class. He flipped his iPad over, skimming the shadows lines in so he knew where they needed to go in preparation for later. It was a title screen for his next thirty second animation, and Ragnar was enjoying putting in all the details, thickening the lines, adding in the depth notes for when it came time to shade. Ragnar was in his own little world, enjoying the work he was doing and humming along to the music he was listening to. He almost missed the knock at his door, just because his mind had wandered to the rest of the project and what he would enjoy working on most of all. He finally clued in when the knocking fell out of time with the music in his left ear, and then he was stumbling out of his chair towards the door, tugging the earbud from his ear along the way. Tugging the door open as he pushed his glasses up his nose, Ragnar found himself staring at a girl he didn’t recognise. “Hæ, já?” He didn’t even realise that his native tongue had slipped out for the greeting. It happened too often anyway and his friends had started to consider it the norm from him. He was usually fairly quick to switch to English once they got talking, but it was never instinctive for Ragnar.
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