fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

"What?! It's not even Valentine's day for like another two weeks!"

That sound, up in the fifth floor common room? That was the sound of Xanthippe Voorhees scrolling through her Snapchat and her insta feed and suddenly seeing basically nothing from her friends in New York except, like, cute couple photos and gross PDA videos. A ton of them. Like a flood of them.

What the hell? Was Valentine's Day suddenly in this year?

She was so out of the loop.

And starting to panic about it. Her social media presence was pretty much the only thread she was hanging onto her old life by and if she couldn't get on everyone else's level, she might as well just die right this instant.

"Oh my God."

She needed to plan.

"Wh-- shit."

... Possibly after she'd cleaned up the counter, because she'd kept pouring milk into her bowl of cereal all through being antagonized by snaps, and had only just now realized a fair bit of the milk was no longer strictly speaking in the bowl anymore, but, you know.

[ooc: Open common room is open! Some weekend SP in effect.]

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Suuuure there wasn't.

"What's your game here?" he asked, crossing his arms over his scrawny, scrawny chest.

"Game? What game?"

A little defensive there, maybe.

Rhys raised his eyebrows at that. Raised them so much.

"What?"

Like she didn't know.

"I can't want a semi-cute guy to go out with me without there being some kind of a game involved?"

"First off, I'm not semi-cute. I'm handso--" He trailed off on the word, making a face. "I haven't styled my hair yet."

Rhys, focus.

"And second, no. I didn't get as fair as I did at Hyperion by trusting that."

Xanthippe's face was scrunching up. "I don't know what that is, but this sounds like -- like social status based profiling."

Which was definitely not an actual thing, in this context.

"And that's, like, totally uncool."

"It was the most cut-throat corporation possible." Literally. "But close."

"Well I'm totally not playing a game."

Liar.

"So you just want to go on a date with me for no reason, but it has to be before Valentine's Day," Rhys replied, nodding along like he believed it.

"Yes."

Hey, maybe he'd somehow miraculously believe that.

"You tell me why and I'll do it." Because honesty was totally going to happen here.

God, why was he making this so difficult? "But I already told you you're se-- cute."

See, she was even trying to appeal to his vanity by dropping the prefix!

"Semi, you were going to say semi-cute!" He was super cute, okay? Super cute.

Xanthippe looked exasperated. "Well just look in a mirror," she exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "You look goofy. I mean, that's a specific kind of cute, sure, but when we're talking, like, generic cuteness? You're just semi-cute."

Oh whoops look at that honesty.

(For her, letting him know he was full-on goofy cute to her was way worse than the whole generic semi-cute thing. It was complicated.)

"...wait, you actually think I'm cute?" He hadn't expected that, to be perfectly honest.

FOCUS, RHYS.

He looked a little awkward at that. "Okay, look. I'm not a teenager. I don't want this to be... weird."

Despite already being weird.

Yeah. Somehow a statement like that did not make anything any less weird.

Xanthippe was looking at him like he must've just hit his head, somehow. Maybe the cute thing gave him an aneurysm?

"What?"

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"I just woke up here looking sixteen," Rhys said, voice going high. "I'm 29! I have a job! Had."

Xanthippe was frowning pretty hard at him.

"You know, you could just say so if you don't want to go out with me."

"Do people do that a lot?" Rhys asked slowly.

"What, pretend to be ancient to get out of going out with me? No."

Please, that would've required her trying this kind of thing more often than she did.

"Wow, 29 is not ancient," he replied.

"It's practically thirty-five."

Harsh, Xan.

"Wow, I am so regretting not dating you," Rhys replied maturely.

"You should, I'm totally dateable."

Also she was still sure he was lying.

"Well, I don't because it's illegal," Rhys shot back like the wise adult he was.

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