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Room 506, Friday Evening
Xanthippe had had a terrible and sudden trip back home. And not just back to Connecticut, but home. New York. Manhattan.
Where she'd had to empty out her old rooms.
And she'd cried in front of freaking Kimmy of all people! So yeah, it had been terrible. Not even just her usual overdramatic kind of terrible, but a real, genuine kind of terrible that she didn't even want to complain out loud about. She didn't have a home to go back to anymore, you know.
It sucked.
As did the fact that she had to come back to an unfamiliar dorm room. Sure, all her crap was already here (if not entirely where it should've been, since she hadn't been here for long enough to arrange stuff before she'd gotten the call to go home), but that didn't help much. She'd brought two more boxes of stuff back from New York; she dumped them on the bed, and sighed.
Now what?
[ooc: Door and post open, I'm trying to ease myself back into things.]
Where she'd had to empty out her old rooms.
And she'd cried in front of freaking Kimmy of all people! So yeah, it had been terrible. Not even just her usual overdramatic kind of terrible, but a real, genuine kind of terrible that she didn't even want to complain out loud about. She didn't have a home to go back to anymore, you know.
It sucked.
As did the fact that she had to come back to an unfamiliar dorm room. Sure, all her crap was already here (if not entirely where it should've been, since she hadn't been here for long enough to arrange stuff before she'd gotten the call to go home), but that didn't help much. She'd brought two more boxes of stuff back from New York; she dumped them on the bed, and sighed.
Now what?
[ooc: Door and post open, I'm trying to ease myself back into things.]
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"Hey, shopping buddy," he said brightly, shooting Xanthippe a wide smile as he executed a fancy little turn on his board so he was facing her. "Decorating?"
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"Hi!"
Also, that was just a little too try-hard with its brightness. She wanted to cringe at it, herself, but didn't. Instead, she pushed her hair back behind her ear and rolled her eyes.
"Yeah," she said. "The administration made me move."
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His tone was light and sarcastic, but okay, there was some truth there. He didn't exactly think he was at boarding school because his family really really wanted him around.
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Had she actually missed out on something she wouldn't have enjoyed being present for? Because that would actually be nice.
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Look, she had to take what she could when it came to wrenching some positives out of the previous week.
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Yeah, she was trying to call New York boring because it deflected from how much of a suckfest it had been in reality.
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Anyway. He shrugged one shoulder and said, "But I guess when family's involved it could be worse than just boring, right? So maybe it's not so bad."
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"Hey, you! How's it going?" She looked way too happy to see her new roommate.
[ooc: Feel free to ignore this if it's too late to start anything, but it looked fun!]
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(Xanthippe had tried to get out of this housing thing, just like she'd said she would! But then she'd run into a freaking moose at the office and, in the grand tradition of people trying to angrily switch rooms but who also wanted to preserve some shreds of their sanity, she had promptly given up.)
Xanthippe glared, perhaps overcompensating a little for the fact that she'd been having genuine emotions for a moment. "It's going terrible." She was still stuck in this room, wasn't she?
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"I'm here."
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