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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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[ ah... wow prompta.. what the fuck she doesn't want to answer that!! alisaie isn't a liar, she doesn't like being dishonest even when the situation kind of calls for it. also GOD will she just OPEN THE PAPER and get on with ruining alisaie's life already!! not that she really wants to see prompta go make out with someone, but she's always been the rip-the-bandaid off sort of person, so.. the sooner prompta goes into that closet the sooner she comes out, and alisaie can get on with working her way through this new fresh hell.

she sighs heavily, distressed, though she plays it off quickly by elbowing prompta in the ribs - though not before a very obvious moment of silent panic that she isn't sober enough to hide well. ]

Well, with you of course. I don't even know any of these people!

[ HAHA IT'S JUST A JOKE HAHA

it's sure not a joke!! but alisaie doesn't like to lie, even now.. ]

[ If there's panic in Alisaie's expression, Prompta doesn't catch it, instead flushing bright red herself when Prompta gives her answer — though she chuckles afterwards, a slightly breathless sound as she nudges Alisaie in the shoulder with her knuckles instead. ]

Ha, that wouldn't be so bad, now, would it? You were a pretty good kisser...

[ But alas, even if they went in there together they...wouldn't kiss again, right? They could just talk and giggle and give every boy in the room a nosebleed thinking about what they might be up to together in there. But she stands by what she said. Alisaie had been a good kisser. Prompta wouldn't mind getting to kiss someone like that again. ]

Well, let's see where that practice is gonna —

[ But at last Prompta unfolds her little piece of paper, her brows lifting as a soft disbelieving chuckle rolls out of her.

Well, she'll be damned... ]

[ alisaie almost wants to cover her eyes as if it will protect her from whatever is to come, but NO, she will be strong and stoic and concentrate all of her willpower on not looking horribly affronted by whatever happens next. her gaze follows prompta's fingers as she unfolds the note, before lifting to her face, and..

.. what does that expression even mean?? she expected prompta to go immediately red in the face, to smile demurely and bat her big blue eyes at whoever the lucky recipient of her seven minutes would be, but that is not what happens. ]

What? No good?

[ alisaie's brow furrows, and she frowns. ]

You don't have to do anything you don't like, you know. We can just leave.

O-oh, no, it's not that...

[ She does certainly sound nervous now, because as much as they might have joked about it, Prompta didn't actually think she might actually be heading into that closet with Alisaie. But there it is, clear as day on her paper: Alisaie's name, one she could have picked out of so many others, and yet it seems almost...fateful.

Her stomach flips, but not in an uncomfortable way, as she flashes the little piece of paper Alisaie's way, her smile hooking up at one corner. ]

Looks like your wish is about to come true.

[ She would be lying if she said she weren't looking forward to it. ]

[ oh.

oh.

you know, this shouldn't be all THAT shocking. there's only like ten or so of them playing, the chances that they might pull one another's names is.. pretty decent, actually, but alisaie had been too busy feeling the doom and gloom to consider the possibility. maybe she hadn't wanted to hope for it only to be disappointed. there's also that same sinking feeling of.. disingenuousness that she felt when prompta asked her for practice kisses, the feeling that it's wrong to allow it to happen, when prompta does not know her true feelings. when alisaie is too much of a coward to let her know. ]

Oh.. w-well.

[ she flushes red immediately, right to the tips of her ears. maybe if she were more sober she might gently refuse, for the sake of her own guilt.. or maybe she wouldn't. kissing prompta had been so nice. sober or not, she's not sure she could resist. nevertheless, she's boldly slipping her hand into prompta's, tugging gently. ]

Shall we?

[ of course, a firm no is also acceptable, but she's sure that prompta knows that. ]

[ Maybe Prompta doesn't know the truth about Alisaie's feelings for her, but she's not too drunk to make her decision. It's not as though this would be the first time they would be kissing, and even if these wouldn't be for the express purposes of practicing, this is...well, still practice, isn't it? Plus Prompta can't deny that those kisses had been nice, and she...wouldn't mind more of them.

And there's no one should could trust more in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven than Alisaie, really. So taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, Prompta risesand follows Alisaie's lead, moving towards the closet as her heartbeat starts to pick up. ]

W-we shall!

[ She's nervous, but in an excited sort of way that can't be attributed entirely to the booze. ]

[ alisaie's heart is pounding in her throat, and she's still shocked that prompta hasn't turned her down. maybe nothing will happen when they go into that closet, maybe nothing should happen, but she could still say no to even this, and go to pull another name out of the hat - the name of someone she might want to kiss far more.

but she hasn't, and now they're moving, stepping through the hot, stuffy, oppressive air, and into the dark closet. the door snaps behind them to the sound of several giggles, and alisaie hears the definitive click of a lock. normally it might be a little terrifying to be, you know, locked into a closet by people who might as well be strangers, but she can feel prompta's hand in her own, hear the sound of her breath so close. it isn't scary at all.

the closet is small and cramped, which she supposes is the point, but she is able to turn to face prompta fully, though the light is dim, bleeding through the crack at the bottom of the door, she can make out the outline of prompta's face.

without thinking, her other hand finds prompta's free one until she's holding both, sliding her fingers through prompta's until they're weaved together, drawing close. her voice is low, breathless. ]

Should we..?

[ The question is barely out of Alisaie's mouth before Prompta is leaning in, chuckling low in her chest as she presses her lips to the other girl's, warm and eager.

Maybe it's the darkness, or the sound of the lock clicking into place. Maybe it's the fact that she's drunk, her nerves spurned by the alcohol in her system and the atmosphere of the party, but regardless of where it comes from...she wants this. She wants Alisaie, the feel of her mouth, the taste of her that has lingered in the back of her mind since those practice kisses. She wants to enjoy this, wants to lose herself in the feeling, and not worry about anything else except for the precious little time they have in here together.

So she kisses Alisaie fervently, letting go of her hands, but only so she can wind her arms around Alisaie's waist, pressing flush against her. ]

[ prompta is so bold, so assertive, that for a brief moment alisaie is taken aback, inhaling sharply in surprise. in most cases it is alisaie who is the assertive one, and prompta who wavers, but their roles have reversed; alisaie's hold on her hands was so timid, her voice tremulous and unsure, but prompta wipes that all away in a fit of confidence that has the bottom of alisaie's belly dropping out.

it feels so perfect.

they're both a little drunk, and messy, but prompta's mouth feels warm and sweet and in an instant alisaie's shock melts away. a soft, mewling noise rises from her throat, the sound of sweet, aching relief, and alisaie's arms are up, sliding around prompta's shoulders and squeezing hard, holding to her, one hand slipping into her soft, messy blonde hair. she's used to the scent of prompta's skin, for how often she is affectionate, but right now that scent is all there is, it fills her senses alongside the warm press of her lips.

it had been easy enough, before, to deepen the kiss, to explore further, but they had gone slowly, gently. there is nothing gentle, now, about the way alisaie presses back into this kiss, her lips parting and her tongue dipping, searching, while her fingernails bite into prompta's scalp. ]