Anthony was not the biggest fan of warm weather. In fact, it caused him to get a bit moody. If anyone could break past his horrible moods, it was Chaucer though. The man had a knack for diluting Anthony’s anger and sourness and Anthony would be hard pressed not to appreciate it. If anyone could get Anthony to leave the comfort of his dorm for the outdoors, it was Chaucer and he had done just that.
The pair were to go swimming. Anthony really was better at the sport than he let on. He just hated the weather that accompanied it. Still, he liked it in his own negative way. It gave him something to complain about.
Anthony knocked at Chaucer’s door when he finally arrived. ”Chaucer! Are you ready?” He felt awkward to say the least. He preferred to dress somewhat nicely, no matter the occasion. Casual attire always made him feel a bit sloppy. One could not dress like he did at the pool though and so he wore a shirt and swim trunks. He knee Chaucer would not judge him… much. He already wanted to hide away in his dorm again though.
After arranging to meet with Anthony after their brief conversation, Chaucer had ran up to his room to change quickly, and after a few minutes, he was all set to go. He had just sat down at his desk, a tattered copy of the Great Gatsby in hand to maybe reread a few pages, when there was a knock and the familiar sound of Anthony’s voice from the other side of the door.
Chaucer smiled to himself and folded over the corner of the page, setting the book down on a stack of other books that accompanied the desk. He hopped across the room, stumbling over another pile of books. He really needed to clean up a bit more. While he had been traveling, he had picked a rather odd collection of books—he’d really been meaning to show some of them to Anthony, but he hadn’t quite gotten around to it just yet.
He finally made his way to the door and pulled it open with a wide smile. “Hey Anthony,” he ducked back into the room, and grabbed a towel and slung it over his shoulder. He had dressed in similar attire to the other’s, a t-shirt and swimming trunks, and once he had his towel he was ready to go. “Alright, I’m ready to go,” he said with a smile, rubbing one of his arms. It felt weird not to have a sweater or jumper on. He was used to having something cover his sleeves and as much as he enjoyed the warm weather, he had somewhat conditioned himself to wear sweaters after living in Britain for so long—which entailed living in cold and rainy weather. All that aside, though, Chaucer was eager to get out into the sun. And the water.