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fandomhighdorms2017-02-04 01:57 pm
sampippy) wrote in fandomhighdorms2017-02-04 01:57 pm
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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.]
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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Liar.
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Hey, maybe he'd somehow miraculously believe that.
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See, she was even trying to appeal to his vanity by dropping the prefix!
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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.)
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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.
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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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"You know, you could just say so if you don't want to go out with me."
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Please, that would've required her trying this kind of thing more often than she did.
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Harsh, Xan.
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Also she was still sure he was lying.
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Then she crossed her arms over her chest. Never a good sign. "So, say you actually are old," she said, with all the menace of a spoiled teenaged girl. (Which was... a fair bit, really, as long as the person on the receiving end was a nanny or a stepmother.)
"I'm going to get you expelled."
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He would not. Because he crashed Helios and everyone probably wanted him dead after the whole Jack thing. But he was on a roll now!