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Sixth floor common room- Wednesday evening

Sabine just wanted to get away from people for a while, and rather than going out to the warehouse, she decided to head on up to the sixth floor common room. No one was ever up there, so why not?

What she found was a party setup. This wasn't the first time she'd stumbled onto one of these things, and on a week like this she wasn't sure she trusted it. So she took a picture of the setup and sent it to the other students with a message, I think the sixth floor did it again?

She realized belatedly that this was of course probably going to bring people in here when that was the exact opposite of what she'd wanted. Look, she was not firing on all cylinders this week. She couldn't even seem to pick up the Coke bottle that may or may not have been stuck to the floor, but still spun if you hit it. Interesting.

[LOOK. Look. Our students are too good, and this is a good week to fix that. Open party, up early for SP!]

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And this wasn't even going to be Norman's first kiss, now!

... Trevor got that honor, about five seconds before. Which was why Norman was blinking at the bottle - him again, already? - and then looking up to give Astrid a sheepish little smile.

"Uh, hi."

Nor Astrid's either! But she figured Sabine probably shouldn't be her first and her last if she was going to be able to get any sleep that night.

She gave a sheepish smile of her own right back; he really was cute, wasn't he?

"Hi," she said. "So...I guess..."

There wasn't a whole lot of point in words, was there? Astrid swallowed down her nerves, ran a tongue nervously over her lips, and leaned forward a little, closing her eyes. It seemed the least awkward approach, anyway.

See, Norman could appreciate this approach. This approach meant he wouldn't be flailing around stupidly trying to find the right thing to say or... something? Were you supposed to say things during spin the bottle? He'd never played this game before.

Uh.

Obviously.

But yeah, Astrid's approach was winning serious points in Norman's estimation, and he leaned forward to bridge the space between them with a tentative kiss.

Well, it was....different than kissing Sabine, but with only the two to work with, Astrid wouldn't really be able to say exactly how. But it was, not necessarily in a bad way, and was it weird to be comparring the differences in your friends' kisses? Probably, but her mind didn't say focused on it for very long.

Because Norman didn't have something that Sabine did, and that was a bed in the same room as Astrid. Which meant Astrid would have to deal with two whole weeks of awkwardness before disappearing if she'd maybe let herself get drawn into this a little more. Her heart fluttered a little; she had no idea if what she was doing was even remotely right, she jsut went with what felt right, leaning in pressing her lips against Norman's for a moment before her lips parted and pressed in again.

And-- oh! Was... was that- Okay, Norman could follow Astrid's lead there, since she seemed to have some idea of where they were meant to be headed with this kiss - or more than he did, at least? - and her kissing was different again from Trevor's, he supposed that made some measure of sense, but it wasn't different in a bad way, just...

Just different.

He hummed a little, his mouth against hers, his eyes closed, one hand reaching to rest on her shoulder. Was that where hands went while kissing? While there was pollen like this, that was definitely where hands went and not an inch in any other direction.

Good. That hum was good, that had to have meant she'd done something right. She'd have to keep doing that a little more. Then Norman had gone and put his hand on Astrid's shoulder, and that made her smile into it. She could do things with hands with Norman that she didn't have the guts to do with Sabine; in two weeks, she might never even see Norman ever again. What did she have to lose? So her hand tentatively moved up toward his cheek, like in the movies, though she seemed to only make it so far as to brush her fingertips there.

Oh, his face! Okay, that was another place where hands could go, Norman could definitely concede that point. Actually, that was kind of nice. Sort of... weirdly intimate, in a way? Or maybe that was the bottle of beer he'd had before this, or maybe it was the pollen, or maybe he'd just never done enough kissing before to really know what was and wasn't intimate, after all.

How did people rank this sort of thing? On a scale from a hand to the shoulder to fingers against the cheek...?

Well. It wasn't bad, Norman definitely had to concede that. Actually, that little bit of contact was... kind of nice. Unexpected. Welcome. His hand moved from her shoulder to her back, moving to maybe rest on the small of it. Just kind of settle there. A nice place to have a hand while kissing.

Probably.

It was a nice place to have a hand while kissing. Almost a little too nice, and it made Astrid squirm slightly, dropping her hand to Norman's shoulder. And a part of her didn't necessarily want to pull away, which was why she lingered perhaps just a little bit longer before did. Not far, just a little, to catch her breath and blink her eyes back into focus, like waking up from a daze, a fuge, a pleasant little daydream.

And Norman, in turn, smiling the slightly dazed, crooked smile of a guy who was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that a kiss like that had even happened at all.

"Uh," he said, not so sure if he was supposed to say something or not. "... Thank you."

For... something.

For not being weird about it, maybe?

Astrid, despite herself, laughed a little, mostly a releasing of nerves that had been bundled up and held through that whole thing, and an odd little swell of pride over the whole thing. She was pretty sure that wasn't typically what someone said after a kiss, but she'd take it, blushing and pleased.

"You're welcome," she said, and then, a bit more shyly, "That was nice, Norman. Thank you."

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