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[ it's raining, but alisaie does not mind. she likes the rain. it brings to mind peaceful, private moments, times during her childhood when she would be left alone and unbothered. it reminds her of calm, and tranquility, and safety. it's also an excellent time to read a book, one of her favorite activities. the steady fall of rain beats down on the roof and against the window on which she is leaning back, comfortable on her bed, shoes off and legs tucked up beneath her.

alisaie, unsurprisingly, has been here for a few days already, having arrived early to give herself time to unpack, decompress, and adjust to the space. she'll have a roommate this year, something she is not at all excited about, but it is what it is. given her family's influence, she could have gotten a single room, but that would've made her stand out even more and so instead she has chosen to attend normally, and bring no more attention to herself than necessary. even if it means having to share her space. with any luck, she'll land herself a social, popular roommate who is never in their room unless absolutely necessary, and she won't have to worry too much about feeling cramped.

while the space looks lived in, there's still a few boxes on her desk left to unpack, her suitcase half-full and leaning against the closet, but her books already sit in her shelves, filling every possible space without spilling onto her would-be roommate's side, though fitting them all has certainly been.. a challenge. her desk, too, is piled with notebooks, binders, textbooks, alchemy supplies, mining samples.. look, she's taking a lot of classes?? like, every class. notably, too, her rapier and crystal focus lean against the wall beside her bed, well polished and sharpened, cared for, and a cup of tea sits cooling on her bedside table, atop, you guessed it, more books. it's a theme.

when you are deep into a book, however, time tends to slip away from you, and alisaie has not noticed how much time has passed until suddenly the doorknob is turning. her breath catches in surprise, and she sits up straight in bed - gods, is it already late afternoon?? she didn't leave herself any time to mentally prepare to live with a stranger!! ]

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[ Sure, sure, Prompta would do the same for her, but that hardly amounts to much. Alisaie has so much more to offer than she does, and more than likely, if she attempted to return the favor in kind, she'd only make the subject matter harder to understand, somehow. But fine, so long as Alisaie will let her treat her to ice cream, then she won't argue.

With the usual skip to her step as they walk, Prompta answers: ]

Me 'n' the gals were thinkin' of headin' into town to play around a bit. Wanna come with?

[ Of course, Prompta has made it abundantly clear in the past that Alisaie is always welcome along with hers and Nocta's shenanigans, but Prompta also knows that going out isn't exactly Alisaie's thing, either. But she'd drag her along every time if it were up to her. ]

Oh, well.. mayhaps.

[ it's the best answer alisaie has ever given, tbh. she's not saying yes, but she's also not saying no, which she generally always does! she likes spending time with prompta, and alisaie's desire to be around her more often is at war with her inner introvert. besides, prompta's friends are.. pretty nice, they've always been welcoming, even if gladia is a shameless flirt.

would that alisaie were as brave as she is.. ]

I'll think about it.

[ tbh even if Alisaie were as shameless a flirt as Gladia it would still probably go over Prompto's head...but anyway. Prompta nudges her playfully in the shoulder. ]

You'd better! Seriously, no pressure, but you're always welcome if you wanna join us, y'know? Five is a way better number than just four.

[ Of course, she would say that no matter how many of them there were, but that's beside the point! ]

[ GOD!! get the hint, prompta!! or don't, because alisaie really doesn't want to deal with rejection when she's got like 10 exams lined up always. ]

You would say that no matter what number you had..

[ but she smiles shyly, her eyes on her feet. ]

But I appreciate it.

Heh, you got me there!

[ But as they turn the corner, Prompta's smile turns to a look of surprise, her face going red, as a pair of boys pass them in the hallway, chatting excitedly with one another. Opening her mouth as if to say something, Prompta halfway raises a hand in greeting, before putting it abruptly down again, turning her face away. Oh gods, why now, why him, she wasn't ready!!!

But the boy and his friend turn down another hallway, leaving Prompta to drop her face into her hands, scrubbing at her cheeks. ]

Gods, why is it every time I see him, I forget how to speak? Maaaaan...he's never gonna notice me at this rate!

[ ah, this night had been going so well..

alisaie's body language shifts slightly, but immediately, her shoulders up and tight, her back straighter, her body tense. this isn't uncommon with prompta, but she hates it every time. her eyes follow the boys as they pass, narrowed and sharp. ]

.. he isn't worth it, anyway. I don't know what you see in him.

[ she says smartly, and frowns. ]

...You don't?

[ Prompta enquires with a slight frown, crossing her arms. ]

He's nice, and has a great laugh...he probably was just too caught up in his conversation to notice me. [ A slight shrug of her shoulders. ] It's no big, I'll just...try again another time.

[ Though there is likely more to it than that. He probably just didn't notice her because she's not really worth noticing. She might not spell it out to Alisaie, but it's certainly on her mind. ]

Plenty of people are nice and have a good laugh. Most people, I would argue. Those are superficial things.

[ it's sure not enough to impress alisaie, that's for sure!! ]

You don't know if he is kind, or smart, or funny, you don't know if he can make you laugh when you are sad, or if he would give you the shirt off of his back.

[ .. or if he's blue eyed and freckled and blonde .. whatever!! alisaie sighs, and hooks both of her arms through one of prompta's own, squeezing. even worse than prompta having a crush on some stupid boy who doesn't even have the brains to notice someone so wonderful, is the idea of prompta feeling sad about it, or feeling less than worthy. ]

Besides, he's obviously a complete moron if he hasn't taken any notice of you.

[ That earns a soft chuckle from Prompta, her cheeks flushing lightly. ]

Aww, c'mon, you're just sayin' that...a-and he could be all those things! Won't ever know until I work up the courage to talk to him...

[ But she is mollified, and with a soft sigh, starts to walk again, leaning into Alisaie's side. ]

Well, if things don't work out with him, there's always the guy in my geomancy class...

[ She's just...like this... ]

[ why is she like this!!!!! alisaie.. sighs, because there's really no fighting this stupid boy thing, but prompta seems to feel a little bit better now, which is really the best that she can hope for. in an ideal world prompta wouldn't care about any foolish boy not paying her any mind, but for now she'll accept this much. she can't abide prompta feeling sad, or down about herself, not when she's such a wonderful person, when she somehow can't see that.. ]

.. yes, well. Perhaps.

[ is the best she can offer, though she squeezes prompta's arm a little more tightly. ]

You don't.. need it though, you know. You don't need a boy, or anyone at all, to tell you you're worth it.

[ Again, the words bring a warm, relaxed smile to Prompta's lips. Alisaie is so good to her, picking her up when she's down, even if Prompta doesn't make it obvious that she's down. Alisaie really knows her well, doesn't she? And she tells Prompta things like this no matter how many times she needs to hear it. ]

Yeah, you're right...that's not settin' me up for anything good at all.

[ A beat, her smile slanting. ]

Stiiiiill, I still wouldn't mind havin' one around...I'm a hopeless romantic, what can I say? [ She chuckles. ] Thanks, Ali.

[ she knows she hasn't convinced prompta 100%, but she's confident enough to feel she's done enough, at least. prompta's gentle smile makes her belly clench with warmth, butterflies in her tummy, and alisaie smiles too, her grip loosening but lingering. alisaie had never thought herself an affectionate person, and prompta's penchant for hugging and touching had been uncomfortable at first but now it feels.. easy. now she welcomes it. now she, too, finds herself on occasion reaching out as well. prompta brings things out in her that she never knew were there. ]

Well.. that's a fine enough reason then, I suppose.

[ she says reluctantly, a pang of both guilt and jealousy in her heart. the last thing she wants is to stand by and watch prompta fall in love with someone, just the idea of it makes her feel sick, but who is she to stand in the way of her happiness? it's more important than anything else. more important than alisaie's pain. ]

Anyroad.. hot chocolate?

[ Though Prompta may be oblivious to the true nature of Alisaie's feelings, she has noticed how much she's started to open up over these past few months, both emotionally and physically, and it warms her heart to see it. Alisaie has so much to offer the people around her. Prompta has always seen it in her, even when they were young, and she can only hope that in time, with the right encouragement, she'll continue to bloom. ]

Couldn't have said to better myself! It's always the best when you make it.

[ Prompta, as always, is useless when it comes to make anything edible, even something as simple as hot cocoa, but Alisaie's tastes like the best she's ever had. ]

Well.. I don't know about that..

[ prompta might not be a great cook, but alisaie really isn't either - but with enough repetition, anything can improve, and alisaie has sure been making hot chocolate basically her entire life!! it's all about finding that perfect chocolate to creme ratio.. mm..

anyway, they arrive at their dorm and alisaie (reluctantly) loosens her grip to open the door. ]

But after a compliment like that, I don't have much choice, do I?

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