Emma Grace Frost (
icecoldfrost) wrote2010-11-10 01:19 pm
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Room 528, Wednesday Afternoon/Evening
Wednesdays were Emma's slow day. No classes, no homework, and she typically did all her Special Classes on Thursday before going to film studies.
She'd already talked to Jack and was bored again. So since Triela would be out part of the afternoon at Gun Club, she had the door open and her music up, and was reading a completely trashy magazine.
What? She knew what her roommate had been up to last night when she'd been out. Any teasing from certain other parties would result in teasing and potential blackmail. Unfortunately for Triela, telepaths either made the best or worst roommates ever, depending on their mood.
[Open door, open post, looking for two in particular.]
She'd already talked to Jack and was bored again. So since Triela would be out part of the afternoon at Gun Club, she had the door open and her music up, and was reading a completely trashy magazine.
What? She knew what her roommate had been up to last night when she'd been out. Any teasing from certain other parties would result in teasing and potential blackmail. Unfortunately for Triela, telepaths either made the best or worst roommates ever, depending on their mood.
[Open door, open post, looking for two in particular.]
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"They aren't weapons if they don't work," she retorted.
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Though if Emma was a good friend, she wouldn't ask what Karla meant with all this pesky honesty going around.
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"Why? What did you mean?"
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And now Karla was just going to bury herself in Emma's blankets instead. Take that, Emma.
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"...much."
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Apparently Karla saw six more weeks of winter (or six more sentences of non-stop babbling) and dove back under.
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"Besides, if I can stay friends with Jack after everything and despite part of me being stupidly in love with him, I think I could survive if you kissed me. Not that, you know, I kiss girls regularly. Except that thing with Rose which I wasn't myself for, and I did like Val, I think, but I'm not sure..."
FUCK. Where the hell had any of that come from? She most certainly did not love Jack Priest. It was ridiculous.
"...oh get out from under there. It's my turn to hide."
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Unless he was feeling stupidly prideful at the moment. Which, with him, was always a possibility.
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whinedsulkedwhined from her pillow. "Drop it, Karla, and I won't say anything about what you said."no subject
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...she wasn't sure which one of them those applied to. Both, most likely.
"...Great! We can stop talking about this, and instead talk about this crush of yours on me!" Meeeeeeeeeeeeeean, Emma.
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