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Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday
What was a girl to do when her first year of college was about a week away from being over and she was desperate for one last boost in coolness in the eyes of her peers (namely, her three roommates)? Why, obviously the answer was to invite a guy over! Specifically, a guy she'd slept with like a year ago and who she - let's face it - barely knew aside from that. But he was impressive! Or at least impressively hot, and, also he was nice even if Xanthippe was loathe to admit that was a positive quality in anyone.
So she'd invited Hyacinthe over for a visit. And she'd gone and picked him up on the edge of campus and walked him through it and now they were here, right outside her dorm. It was one of those imposing brown brick buildings, old as rocks and heavy with history.
The sign outside said VOORHEES HALL.
"So, yeah," she said, looking up at the building. At her side, her fingers were fidgeting with the edge of her overly lengthy sleeve. "This is where I live now."
In a building with her last name on it.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the boy mentioned!]
So she'd invited Hyacinthe over for a visit. And she'd gone and picked him up on the edge of campus and walked him through it and now they were here, right outside her dorm. It was one of those imposing brown brick buildings, old as rocks and heavy with history.
The sign outside said VOORHEES HALL.
"So, yeah," she said, looking up at the building. At her side, her fingers were fidgeting with the edge of her overly lengthy sleeve. "This is where I live now."
In a building with her last name on it.
[ooc: NFB due to distance, and for the boy mentioned!]
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Look at her not stammering over the language.
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Look, the much-maligned other guys generally couldn't know for sure whether she'd come or not, so that was another one of those things she kind of figured only she could do to herself.
But mostly she was just being contrary because she liked his threats.
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He was the Prince of Travelers, Xanthippe. He could do anything when his pride got involved!
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"You're gonna get tired."
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Big words there, Hya.
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That didn't call for a wicked smile, but he could have one on her anyway.
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Yeah. Not just wanted, not just desired. Actually liked.
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"Thanks."
Yeah, like thank him.
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"So are you."
Which was better than whining about the guys at her school not being anything like him.
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It was a lot to unpack right now. So the best she could do was to make a vague noise like she knew she had self-esteem issues, thanks, and then to bury her face against his chest.
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