[ he taps at her door and she looks up from where she is, crawling off her bed to go open the door. she stands there kind of limp-armed. it's a lot to just. see for one day... ]
... Hooooooi, Ichiban. Yeah... sure. What's up?
[ the room adjusts with her emotions, and when she opens the door it does look like a room for a girl who goes to school - there are shelves full of books and a bed in the corner. a window lets in what light there is, but it's almost too reflective, something crawling up the corner, just outside the glass.
she does step aside so he can enter, though upon entry it might seem the book shelves kind of start to err on the side of adding to claustrophobia - and a feeling of being watched, scrutinized, seems to emit from the walls. ]
the weirdness of the "knocking" sound becomes clear once marina opens the door; he's got one of those cardboard drink holders with two smoothies in its cups, which means his remaining hand is occupied... he was bumping his shoulder against the door to ask for permission to enter.
once inside, he sets the drinks on whatever's closest in function to a table and gestures at them. take!!! ]
You thirsty? [ a beat, and then, an awkward neck rub ] Oh, crap, I probably should've asked if you were allergic to anything before heading over...
[ OH! SMOOTHIES HELP. her expression shifts a little, and what might have been emotional barbed wire curled almost protectively around her temples like a crown sort of smoothes out, unravels a little more. ]
I could use a drink, yeah. C'mon in... sorry, it's a mess.
[ her expression shifts a little, a small smile. she just moves some books off a table so the smoothies do not tumble to their doom. she peeks at them curiously. ]
I'm not - I don't think I have any weird allergies? What kind did you get?
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... Hooooooi, Ichiban. Yeah... sure. What's up?
[ the room adjusts with her emotions, and when she opens the door it does look like a room for a girl who goes to school - there are shelves full of books and a bed in the corner. a window lets in what light there is, but it's almost too reflective, something crawling up the corner, just outside the glass.
she does step aside so he can enter, though upon entry it might seem the book shelves kind of start to err on the side of adding to claustrophobia - and a feeling of being watched, scrutinized, seems to emit from the walls. ]
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the weirdness of the "knocking" sound becomes clear once marina opens the door; he's got one of those cardboard drink holders with two smoothies in its cups, which means his remaining hand is occupied... he was bumping his shoulder against the door to ask for permission to enter.
once inside, he sets the drinks on whatever's closest in function to a table and gestures at them. take!!! ]
You thirsty? [ a beat, and then, an awkward neck rub ] Oh, crap, I probably should've asked if you were allergic to anything before heading over...
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I could use a drink, yeah. C'mon in... sorry, it's a mess.
[ her expression shifts a little, a small smile. she just moves some books off a table so the smoothies do not tumble to their doom. she peeks at them curiously. ]
I'm not - I don't think I have any weird allergies? What kind did you get?