fandomhighdorms | The Roof; Tuesday Morning.

The visit from the nervous artist kid the other day lead Adah to a startling realization, even if yesterday had proved it false. That only really provided that because it was quiet yesterday, it would be the opposite today, and, if she didn't want to be found, then why was she sequestering herself in the one place that anyone with half a brain would think to search for her? She should be hiding herself in the most unlikely of spots, the sort of place no one would think to find her, really. Even at the sacrifice of physical health. Because what was physical health, anyway? Certainly nothing she had ever been familiar with or ever expected to be familiar with, especially at the sake of her mental health, which she thought was very well in tact and treasured quite greatly.

Besides, it was a quiet morning with everyone below her probably still sleeping in due to the break from classes, although the cold of the coming winter was creeping in and worrying her that Virginia might still be too far north for what she grew up with, definately too north for what she'd become accustomed to. But, if she looked up at the clouds a little, so dull and boring compared to those orange and red clouds of dust of Kilanga, she felt a little bit calm, as if she could dull herself to blend with them and forget the pain from the journey up here. It was nice. It was worth it, assuming it stayed that way.

[[ adah might not want to talk to anyone, but I do! hehe. Open as roofs tends to be~ ]]

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She did mind, a little bit, but, since it was Luke, not as much as she would have if it were someone else. Stubbornness still running strongly through her, this time the stubbornness to be difficult, she sighed and shrugged a shoulder to display an apathy. She turned her eyes back to the clouds. It wasn't like he would be justified in getting upset with her for being like this; he'd be a fool if he expected her to talk, and she didn't even bring her notebook with her today, as she had intended on being alone.

Luke gave her a small smile, then wrapped his robed more closely around him and tried to make himself as unobtrusive as possible.

Being a Jedi in training, it might've meant disappearing entirely from Adah's mind for a moment or two.

After a while with just the quiet, Adah's head rolled back toward Luke, and she blinked at him a moment. Her shoulders slumped a little with the realization that, as stubborn as she wanted to be, she wasn't sure she liked the quiet being returned from someone she'd gotten used to not being quiet.

Luke blinked and gave her a small smile. "Too quiet?" he guessed. "Sorry. Anyone coming to visit this weekend?"

One shoulder shrugged while Adah herself nodded a little, with a slight sigh. She held up her hand, four fingers up at first and then, a moment later, three folded down so that only one remained. Still uncertain, but Adah would be more surprised if Orleanna didn't show up than if she did. But it wasn't like her mother could call. Well, she could; there just wouldn't be much of a point.

"Someone you want to see?" he asked softly.

Again, the response was a single shouldered shrug, and it wasn't simply dramatic. She really did feel apathetic about seeing her mother, which shouldn't come as too much of a surprise to Luke. The conversation of family and how it was a bittersweet word to her had come up before...She drew in a breath and looked toward him, tilted her head in returning the question back to him. His father was already here; she didn't know what the situation was as far as a mother had gone, but he'd mentioned a twin? In a way that showed that he actually knew where his twin was, unlike her?

He shook his head. "She's busy saving the galaxy," he said, sounding only a little lonely. "Maybe another time. She and Father...don't really get along."

Adah quirked an eyebrow, nodding her head forward slightly to encourage Luke to continue if he'd like to. Hearing about another family's possible dysfunction could be strangely comforting, after all.

"It's a very long story," he said, treading carefully. "She holds my father responsible for what happened to her adopted family. They died a little more than a year ago."

Adah arched another eyebrow. All of them? At once? She got a small chill up her spine at the ghost of Nathan Price in her head envying one father for succeeding with a different family at what he failed (though barely) to do with his own, and sucked in another breath at the clashing images of what little she did know of Luke's father with her image of her own.

Luke's eyes, when they met hers, weren't quite as innocent as he normally pretended. "It is what is it," he said quietly. "Every family has their secrets. Ours are just...bigger than some."

The Roof; Tuesday Morning.

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