Roof Emo Garden, Thursday Afternoon

[goldfishontherocks]

Keyleth hadn't made her way up to the dorm roof before today for some reason, and that was a shame since she'd clearly been missing out on the little garden she'd discovered up here, with its fascinating spiky little plants.

After the experience of having an unexpected shark crash into the simulated common room during class today, being around the plants was oddly soothing -- as was the altitude, which made her feel a little more at home. She busied herself with conjuring water to fill a bucket with which to tend to the plants, then carefully examining them and using her druidcraft to coax some of the more slowly growing buds and shoots into a healthier state.

It was a comforting way to spend an afternoon, really.

[OOC: Post is open, of course!]

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[goldfishontherocks]

That was fine, she didn’t know anything about guns either. Not yet, anyway.

“Me neither,” Keyleth agreed. “I’ll be just fine if I never have to do that again in my life.”

Famous last words, Kiki. Famous last words.

“So I . . . I don’t think I got your name, did I? I’m Keyleth.”

[crack_that_whip]

For both of them, really.

"Trevor," he said, watching what she was doing with the sort of interest he tried not to show these days. "Trevor Belmont."

Because, hey, folks using magic was a maybe on knowing the name.

[goldfishontherocks]

The name did not ring a bell, Trevor, sorry. It probably wouldn’t have even if she’d rolled a natural 20 on a history check. Weren’t multiple universes fun?

“It’s nice to actually meet you, Trevor?” She hadn’t meant for that to come out so uncertain.

[crack_that_whip]

He was still figuring that part out! Wait until he learned that Dracula was sort of a joke here. Just you wait.

"Don't worry, I'm not even certain it's good to know myself."

[goldfishontherocks]

"Aw, why would you say that?" Keyleth came over and sat down near him. "Don't be so hard on yourself! You seem nice enough."

Just deal with the ray of sunshine, Trevor. Deal with it.

[crack_that_whip]

Oh god, she really was.

"...thanks?" He didn't know how to handle this!

[goldfishontherocks]

That’s right, Trevor. Deal. With. It.

“Sure,” Keyleth said, still terrifyingly earnest. “I’m not really great with people or anything, but I just want you to know that my weirdness is not a reflection on you at all, and I really do think it’s nice to meet you, okay?”

Sorry, Trevor. She was just like this.

[crack_that_whip]

"Right. Sure. It's not a problem." IT WAS A HUGE PROBLEM. THIS WAS WEIRD FOR HIM. "You're... doing great?"

[goldfishontherocks]

"I mean, you can be honest if I'm not," Keyleth said, instantly worried about it. "Constructive criticism, you know? But, uh, anyway . . . how are you settling in so far?"

[crack_that_whip]

His go too should be 'my roommate is a talking cat person' but Mae was pretty okay.

"Free food and a place to sleep that's not in a tree. Can't complain too much." He eyed her and the garden for a moment. "You seem pretty comfortable."

[goldfishontherocks]

"Up here I am," Keyleth admitted. "Were you really sleeping in a tree before?"

[crack_that_whip]

"Kept me out of reach of wolves and idiots." Which was nice.