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A Dorm Room at Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Sunday
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!]
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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"Even if I, like, have no idea what most of it even really is?"
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Oh, like she wasn't going to ask. Her brow furrowed, though, as her memory tried to dig things up.
"The three milli-- no, three thousand, what, joys?"
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"There's no way three thousand things count as 'basic' anything."
Although that really served to explain, again, why he was so consistently disappointed in the quality of guys she met here.
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"I... would probably kinda wanna read that," she admitted, eventually.
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She sounded way too thriled. Maybe it was her nerd tendencies flaring up.
"Okay, I'm asking. Can I?"
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"Oh wow," she murmured as she reached for the book, treating it with the kind of low-key reverence that she might've something expensive and fragile. Carefully.
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"Will you make me a promise, Xanthippe?"
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"Yes?"
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He opened the book, flipping to a page that discussed 'The Caress of the Summer Wind.' It was little more than a paragraph of text. "See? Should take you little time, especially in these early pages."
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And underneath them, her eyes were shining.
"Wait, what? You -- you'd do that?"
Leave something with her.
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Although, let's be real: she was also doing that. Just out of instinct and habit both.
"I mean... I can do that." She nodded. "The reading thing? I can do that."
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"I mean... It's pretty nice to tell you those things, too?"
Getting comfortable in her skin, she couldn't really comment on.
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