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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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[ 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?