The Roof, Thursday Morning

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By now, Ender had identified whatever was going on with him as the raging hormones that they were. He still didn't like it; the indirectness of the itch, the way it made him flush for no reason at all, was troubling. Maybe if there had been an actual target for it, it would've made more sense to deal with, but there wasn't.

It was just some other creature carrying his skin around, like an overcharged chimpanzee looking for a quick release. Out of everything in the world he didn't have control over, his body had always been the one exception.

In short, Ender's place was on the roof this morning, where he could still catch the last snatches of the night's cold and he could focus on the laptop keys going tap-tap-tap underneath his fingers.

[[ open, for i am cruel ]]

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With a slight wrinkle of concern on her brow, Eleanor headed in the other girl's direction.

She stopped nearby, but not too near as to be imposing upon her personal space.

"Are you all right?"

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She turned her head sharply at the spoken words, and her fair skin flushed fast in the morning light. Was she easily read? Would this girl see that Penelope had been lost in thoughts desirous in nature?

Good heavens, she was breathing too hard.

"I... I'm not certain."

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"What's wrong?" she asked, stepping a bit closer. "You seem flushed."

And it was so terribly cute.

...and why was she thinking that?

Eleanor may have been a bit flushed herself now.

"Is it ... perhaps it is something in the air? I am not feeling quite like myself either."

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"Am I?" She knew she was; her cheeks were burning.

"As you are."

Flushed cheeks seem lovely on anyone but Penelope.

"Fandom, quite possibly." She bit her lip. "How... how do you feel, exactly?"

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"Warm, hot even. But I don't believe it is the weather. I've been feeling ... something since yesterday."

"I'm flushed too?" Which only made it increase. "How strange. I wish I had something to fan myself with." She adjusted the shawl a bit, which resulted in one side slipping down her shoulder a little.

"It feels as if I'm burning up, even though," she glanced down and blushed further, "I have hardly anything on."

"You?"

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"Me too," she admitted softly. "This craving..." she was loathe to call it desire, but the word certainly applied.

Penelope noticed the girls attire and tried to keep her eyes averted. It was difficult.

"I'm hot as well and I feel as though I can't quite catch my breath."

She was dressed modestly, of course. A skirt, tights, blouse, and her nearly ever present Mary Janes upon her feet.

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"A craving, I think that is the best way to describe it. So strange. I rarely feel this way."

Except for those few times she'd been around Reggie.

"It's not some sort of illness, I hope." Giving into how hot she felt, she started fanning herself with her hand. The already slipping shawl fell from her shoulder.

"This is ... insane."

(and going afk for a bit!)

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"Nor do I," she chuckled, dryly. "I'm not certain what to make of them, or how to... quell them more importantly."

Her eyes dipped to the careless fall of her shawl. Would that she be as careless and perhaps attract others to her as this girl seemed to be doing. Attracting quiet innocently at that.

"I doubt it is an illness. If it is, then I pity us all. We'll be finding secret places in order to find a cure."

Oh my. She did just say that, didn't she?

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"Is there a cure? Or is it something that will hopefully just fade away? How can anyone expect to work like this?"

And she had a class later this afternoon, oh joy.

"I came up here hoping that the fresh air would make it better." There was a heavy pause. "It doesn't seem to be working."