Arthur Kirkland: Is 23 years old, acts like he’s 60. Graduate student. Bachelor’s in English Literature; doctorate’s in sarcasm. Is the king of losing things and life seems to have a knack for making him miserable. Now owns a tea shop in his hometown; his cross and his passion. No one ever seems to want to buy his homemade pastries at the shop, which confuses him because his blueberry scones are bloody fantastic. People keep mistaking his shop for a café; he tends to snap at these people.
Alfred Foster Jones: Is 19 years old, acts like he’s 12. Went from prodigal son to family rebel in the blink of an eye ‘cause he was tired of having his old man trying to live through him. Is now a freshman in THE Oxford University; feels like Harry Potter. Majoring in Astronomy and Physics, lives off coffee and ramen, is roommate to a dude who is very Awesome and very unBritish and who sometimes comes back to the dorm drunk but that’s okay. Is very confused by British slang. Why does that guy in his History class keep calling him a skive? What the heck’s a quid? Why do people have interpersonal relationships with their onions? Bollocks are balls? Who the hell is Bob???????
I’m kinda late on that update, so have some scribbly character drabbles instead!
I am very much not British and thus have no idea if the slang I used is up to date and stuff, but I thought it was pretty cute so here are what google said the meanings were:
Skive = Lazy, Quid = Currency (Like saying ‘Buck’ in America), Bob’s your Uncle = There you go!, Know your onions = Knowledgeable.
Also, Al’s roomie is Gilbert Beilschmidt, a very Awesome and very German albino dude.
Also^2: Foster is one of three things Hima said Al’s 'F’ could stand for. The other two were Fuck and Franklin.