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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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[ As usual, Alisaie's intuition is right on the money, and she knows exactly where Prompta's thoughts have gone. Her expression goes soft and affectionate, warmed by how stalwartly her friend defends her from herself. Prompta is often her own worst enemy, and try as she might to be better about it and believe the things her friends tell her about herself, it's still...difficult sometimes.

But if Alisaie says she's a good catch, well, she'll try to believe that, too.

Chuckling low in her throat, Prompta closes one hand over one of Alisaie's, nudging her playfully with the other. ]

Aw, c'mon, you gotta say that...

[ A beat. ]

But...thank you. Seriously. Guess I got kinda...boy crazy this week, huh?

[ She did barely talk about anything else... ]

I do not gotta.

[ alisaie sure does leap to defend her against herself, because if not her, who else will? prompta's friends are wonderful friends, but their relationship with her is a little different from alisaie's. they're close, but in a different way. prompta herself surely won't leap to her own defense. alisaie is happy to. when prompta nudges her, she smiles and leans in nearer, resting her cheek against prompta's shoulder. ]

Maybe.. just a little..

[ she says in that gentle yet weary sort of way that suggests "yes, all you did was talk about that dumb boy, it was very tiring." ]

I would ask if you got it out of your system, but.. I know better.

[ As Alisaie leans in, Prompta winds one arm around her shoulder, in a natural and easy way that she doesn't even have to think about. For how much Alisaie claims to not be touchy-feely, that's never been Prompta's experience with her. But then again, she's a pretty touchy-feely person, so maybe she just makes up enough ground between the both of them.

That, or Alisaie is just used to it by now and has given in to Prompta being in her personal bubble. ]

Heh, you know me all too well...I gotta find a rebound after all, right?

[ She says in a teasing manner, even though it's...definitely true....sorry Alisaie. But at least pining for a boy is probably better than actively dating one?! ]

[ I MEAN... ONLY SLIGHTLY!! it's like choosing between a poop smoothie and a fart milkshake!! alisaie would prefer neither thanks!! she sighs heavily, making no secret of her disapproval. ]

No, of course you don't, but I highly doubt that I could talk you out of it.

[ as much as she dislikes prompta's boy-craze for deeply personal reasons, she also does not like to see it for prompta's own good. she hangs so much of her sense of self-worth upon the people around her, which is natural of course, everyone does it to a degree, but prompta is.. different. it's so much more for her. alisaie shifts uncomfortably, frowning against prompta's shoulder. ]

I just hope that you keep what I have said in mind.

[ that she is enough, all on her own. that she does not need anyone's validation. no relationship based entirely on that need for security and self-worth will ever be anything but hollow, if it succeeds at all. ]

I'll...do my best. Really, I will.

[ They both know it's something that Prompta struggles with, it's no secret to either of them, but it's still hard for her to acknowledge, to let down her sunny act and let herself be really vulnerable for a moment. Sometimes she still worries, that she's asking for more than she gives in return, but she also knows what saying as much will get her, too. ]

Really don't know what I'd do without you, Ali. Thanks again.

[ She really can't say it enough.

But then she pulls back a bit, leaning back on her hands on the bed. ]

Well, next best thing to do is sleep my troubles away. Gotta say, I'm beat.

[ ah, the cuddling could only last for so long.. alisaie feels a little chillier once prompta moves away, she had been so warm and smelled to nice!! but she's right, it's quite late, even if it is friday, and alisaie's constant fretting had sure been more exhausting than she might have thought..

so she exhales deeply, then finally stands. ]

Bakery tomorrow?

[ what better way to liven their spirits than with tons of sugar!! ]

[ Don't worry Alisaie, there is bound to be more platonic cuddling to drive you crazy soon...anyway, at that invitation, Prompta positively beams up at Alisaie, nodding fervently. ]

Couldn't've said it better myself! Maybe some ice cream, too...

[ Not that she's all that broken-hearted about it, but, look. She can indulge this one time. As long as she goes for a run in the morning it's fiiiiine. ]

[ alisaie smiles down at her, and without even thinking extends a hand to gently tuck some stray blonde hair behind prompta's ear, her fingertips brushing prompta's cheek in a gentle, tender touch before she's leaning back to stand again. it's strange how easy it is to touch her, how it comes so naturally she doesn't even mean for it to happen. ]

All right, then, ice cream too I suppose. You're so spoiled.

[ chuckling under her breath, alisaie moves back to her own bed, closing the book she had left and tossing it onto her nightstand before she's tugging the covers back up again and turning onto her side. ]

Goodnight, Prompta.