One thing cool about his university was that they were big on aesthetics, and Zeland, as an aspiring architect, was very synonymous with the school's view. He turned round the corner, his shoes scuffling to a halt—an automatic response. The pictures changed, again.

He'd been eyeing this wall for a long time, trying to catch a pattern, though to no avail. It'll be weeks, months even, sometimes, before they refreshed the page.

His eyes breezed the wall. It was Tumblr, on a real wall—pictures hung, from ceiling to ground, one of which, with an arrestingly mesmerising building, seized his gaze. Gaze tracing the delineation of the sleek curves of the architecture, he stared hard.

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"Dude, we're gonna be late." James elbowed him, continuing forward without pausing.

"Wait." A skimpy reply.

"I'm not saving you a seat." His desk-mate turned the corner, his figure merging into the crowds.

"Window seat, thanks." He yelled in the direction James had left, his eyes glued to the watermark on the bottom left corner.

There was the faint R print, again. In Calisto MT, probably, he used that font quite a bit it looked familiar. Or maybe it might have been him staring at the watermark too many times familiarity settled in.