A Dorm Room at Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Sunday

[sampippy]

Xanthippe was officially Stressed Out.

It was all over an essay, which wasn't even due until next Friday, but it was important and she had to get it perfect, because what if she didn't? What if she didn't, and she flunked out of the class, and she flunked right out of college, and her father would disown her and her mother would disown her and then she would have to move in with Kimmy and deal with that whole freak show and she would lose all status and purpose in life and probably, like, end up becoming BFFs with Kimmy's extra-weirdo landlady and getting matching tattoos in a crack den and --

Anyway, yeah, she was currently doing what any self-respecting college student would do in her situation: screaming into a pillow.

Thank Christ her roommates weren't home right now.

[ooc: NFB but open for texts/calls/surprise visits!]

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[vrajna_kralis]

Far too much, especially when one wanted to get at what was beneath the clothes.

Hya set about emptying the bags and arranging their food in a charming little semi-circle. He did it without thinking; in Terre D'ange, even the act of arranging food or setting a table was considered an art and thus, care was taken to make sure it was done pleasingly, even by Didikani bastards in Night's Doorstep.

Anything worth doing was worth doing prettily.

[sampippy]

There were way too many clothes. But Xanthippe was pretty sure she got all of them, eventually, and the rest of the evidence that there'd been anything against the rules happening in the common area.

She closed the door behind her when she came back. Dumped the mixed bundle of clothes on the chair and the condom and the wrapper in the trash.

"Think I got it all."

And that was when she looked at what he'd done. And she smiled. "Oh, wow."

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe glanced up from where he was finishing up putting the napkins into a small spiral at the center of the bed, upon which rested plastic utensils. "'Tisn't much," Hya said, though his grin was pleased. "Takeout does not offer much to work with."

[sampippy]

"You really don't want to know what it usually looks like when I have takeout here," Xanthippe told him as she sat down on the bed again, across from him.

It was usually a whole lot of eating hunched up over her laptop, for one thing.

"Did they get everything?" she asked, surveying the spread. "Looks like they got everything."

[vrajna_kralis]

"I am still not entirely sure what all you ordered nor what it all looks like," Hyacinthe teased. "But if you think this is all, I would hardly disagree. You've ordered us a feast, cherie."

[sampippy]

"It's all just crepes and pancakes, which are basically the same thing," Xanthippe replied with a shrug and a little smile. "And a Tropical Island Twist." Which she was now reaching for because hydration, ooh yes. "It's... okay, guess it counts for a feast.

[vrajna_kralis]

"'Tis no wonder you are thirsty, cherie," Hyacinthe said, giving her a cheerfully filthy smirk. "I know where all your moisture went."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe snorted, then made sure her sip through the straw was extra lengthy.

"I mean, if I get a dehydration headache, that's on you."

Which would still be a change from all the ones she'd gotten before from studying in a panic and forgetting to drink!

[vrajna_kralis]

"I'm sure I can give you something to make you feel better," Hya purred.

With no ability to follow through on that, at lease not for awhile.

[sampippy]

Yeah, the amused look Xan was giving him said much the same. "Suuure, Hya. 'Cause you're a superman and you're totally not worn out for a while.""

[vrajna_kralis]

"I'm an only agreeing because to say otherwise would hurt your pride," Hyacinthe sniffed, his eyes full of irrepressible mischief. "Truly."

[sampippy]

Snort.

"You're ridiculous, just eat your crepes. Instead of lying to my face."

Which she was obviously oh so upset about, instead of feeling stupidly good about being able to talk to anyone like this.

[vrajna_kralis]

"I'm an only eating my crepes because to do otherwise would hurt your pride," Hyacinthe said, now just absolutely grinning like a dork. Had you realized he was a major brat, Xanthippe? Because actually, he was.

[sampippy]

"Oh, my God," Xanthippe sputtered, but it was mixed with laughter. "Oh my God. Stop."

A beat, and then her hand came up, index finger extended.

"Don't, don't say it --"

[vrajna_kralis]

"I am only stopping..." he teased at the exact same time, because, no seriously, he was the worst.

[sampippy]

He really was.

"Shut uppp," she whined, trying not to laugh. And failing, spectacularly. The accidental snort was probably not a very attractive sound but for once, she didn't even notice. "Oh my God."

[vrajna_kralis]

See, and here Hyacinthe thought it was adorable. It meant she was genuinely laughing and not worrying about how she looked.

"And all this time, you thought I was so suave," he teased. "Only for me to prove, unequivocally, that I am but a clown."

[sampippy]

"Yeah, you're the actual worst and I don't know if I'm okay with this revelation," Xanthippe retorted, after another sip from the drink, now that she probably wouldn't choke on it. "Not sure I should be letting clowns, like, have their way with me."

[vrajna_kralis]

"Absolutely not," Hyacinthe said. "But, you absolutely ought to be having your way with clowns."

[sampippy]

"That sounds like a clown's opinion, why should I trust it?"

Xanthippe looked smug.

She also put the drink aside, and finally reached for the pancakes.

[vrajna_kralis]

"Because, cherie," Hyacinthe said, with a slow smirk crawling over his face, "you like coming hard and frequently. Of course."

He licked a bit of crepe filling off his thumb.

[sampippy]

Xan tried to hold the ensuing shiver back, but to no avail.

"You're unfair," she informed him. "Maybe you're both a clown and suave, which is a terrible combination." For her composure.

[vrajna_kralis]

Hyacinthe winked. "The best men always are," he decided. "Never find someone who can't make you laugh and shudder, Xanthippe."

[sampippy]

Xanthippe snorted. This time, on purpose. "So far, I haven't even been able to find anyone who could do even just one of those things."

A beat.

"Like, disgusted shudders notwithstanding." But, she shrugged. "Guess I'll keep looking."

[vrajna_kralis]

"You are worth not settling for," he said, reaching out to brush tender knuckles over her cheek.