✧ — brown sugar milk.

[boba]

for bwair

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[transmit]

oh whew someone finally responded

It's Elysium!!!!! The hot guy down the hall!! Packing 187cm of pure, lean muscle and with the once in a generation face to boot?

I got your number from a girl at
party I just went to

Her name was uh



Rosie? She told me to take care of you!











But also I forgot my keycard

[wheft]

I don't remember seeing a hot guy down the hall though

[ but she does remember an irritatingly tall guy towering over practically everyone in their dorm, hmm. also, who's rosie? no, maybe he meant rodya? this is a lot to process at 3 in the morning, actually. ]

Can't you get someone for that? Why are you even up this late anyway

[ hold up, she's getting up now and searching through her desk despite her complaints... ]

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I've been standing out in the cold for twenty minutes now and no one else has responded……… brrrrrrr

But you probably weren't able to get a good enough look 😊
For your services I'll let you stare for as long as you want!

1/2

[wheft]

No thanks

[wheft]

But surely you have friends in other dorms who you can just stay the night
Er, day

What would happen if I didn't wake up, huh?

[transmit]

My roommate went back with someone else
As for asking around

Huh
Why didn't I think about that

…

Anyway!! You're here now so it's fine
I'll just owe you one 🙏 you're a lifesaver!

[wheft]

[ ughghgughghhhh ]

Yeah yeah I just found my keycard so
Gimme 5 mins
Where are you

[ just gonna shuffle out the door in her oversized shirt and sweatpants and incredibly disheveled hair zzz ]

[transmit]

Front entrance!

[ he's going to smell so badly of booze, sorry ]

[wheft]

[ yeah yeah she's going to drag her sleepy ass over there now, shivering a little at the nippy air. she squints into the darkness -- not like she needs to look any closer when a guy like him easily towers her. ]

...Wow. You reek.

[ tfw that's her first impression of him instead of his dashing good looks, rip ]

[transmit]

Heheh… got a little carried away, what can I say.

[ he is so unsteady on his feet he isn't even processing how she might be looking at him ]

Did I forget to mention that I'm locked out of my room, too? 'Cause I'm locked out of my room. Iiiiiiiiiiishy. ⁠♪

[ another sorry because he's just fuckin draping over her ]

You aren't gonna just help a guy halfway, are you?

[wheft]

[ she almost falls over from his weight HELLO. she's fully awake now at least. ]

No, I'm changing my mind and dropping you off here.

[ she shifts his position so that she's half-carrying him by his shoulder now. why is he even doing this to a girl he barely knows?? chivalry truly is dead. sniffles ]

Also, that's not my name. Call me Ishmael.

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I know that! Duh! It's your new nickname. We're friends.

[ considering he's been out for so long and she hasn't, she's probably so warm in comparison… damn… nuzzles in closer to her. ]

I told youuuuuu. I'll make it worth your while if you lend me your floor. Just for tonight? Please?

[ turns as if to face her directly but inadvertently brushes his mouth along the side of her face, i guess. it's fine ]

[wheft]

[ so this is what she gets for helping out a drunken guy. getting kissed on the cheek (or something close to it anyway). two wolves are fighting inside her now -- her painfully lonely, touch-starved side and her more no-nonsense sensible side -- but in the end the latter won and she pushes his stinky face away from her. ]

I get it, I get it, you're drunk. Now don't push your luck.

[ even though inside she's like ah... friends 🥺... sighing, she starts dragging her feet (and his!!!) inside the lobby and towards the elevator. ]

I can't let you in my room, though. I'm just going to get you to the nearest couch available.

[transmit]

[ blair this is not ecats




he seems to consider this though. hmm…

surprisingly or unsurprisingly, he ends up not putting up much of a resistance. ]

Kaaaaaaaaaay. Got a spare blanket?

[wheft]

[ if i dont yap in at least one tag i will die ]

... Yeah. Hang on.

[ the elevator arrives and she shuffles inside, leaning elysium's frame against the wall. ]

How was the party anyway? It's a miracle you even found your way back here in this state.

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If there's one thing you can count on me for, it's that I never lose my way!

[ pumps his fist out

but why

except he settles back along the wall like that action alone had taken the last of the energy he had in him, zzzz. ]

It waaaaaaas. Not bad. Lively. Kind of the standard fare you'd expect out of this stuff, but the free drinks were great. Why didn't you go? It wasn't as wild until they decided to change locations to the bar. Turns out, having a trust fund kid willing to shell out's pretty awesome.

[wheft]

[ help, who is blud even talking about. as always, ishmael doesn't pay too much to people around her due to her one-track mind. ]

It... just isn't my thing, I guess. Parties, I mean. Besides, I got class in the morning.

[ a guy who always finds his way, huh... hm. she peers over to him. ]

Don't you?

[transmit]

Kinda. Yeah.

[ … ]

M'not going.

[ they're first years they're probably just going to be reading the syllabuses it's fine it's FINE ]

[wheft]

I am so closed to dropping you here and ditching your ass...

[ yet ishmael half-drags his ass out the elevator and onto their floor's lobby. like the lobby on the first floor, this one looks just as empty. ]

I mean, I guess you could skip the morning classes if you're still hungover. But you have to attend the other classes. That's the least you can do for being so annoying to me.

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[ everyone is truly busy out there partying or passed the fuck out. he hobbles along with her, occasionally knocking their heads together. ]

Ahahah! I'm not sure how my attendance affects you in particular, but you're a real goody two-shoes, aren't you? Wouldn't you rather have something more practical? A drink? A meal?

[ continues to yap at the speed of light ]

I mean, I could show up to my lectures, but is that really what you want from me? Seems like a waste of a request. You're real [ (webtoon narration voice) ] interesting, Ishy. C'mon. You gotta have something more fun in you.

[wheft]

So noisy...

[ why isn't he blackout drunk instead so that she won't have to endure any more of his yaps...... she then carefully lays him down on the nearest couch available, dimming the lamp over his head. ]

I have my ways of having fun. You're probably not interested in them, though. [ and this is why she is a loner. ] Now stay there and don't move. I'll be back.

[ zombiewalks off to get the essentials. it's like dealing with a toddler... ]

[transmit]

[ sorry to ish but not sorry to blair because he's tugging on her wrist before she can move out of arm's length. he's surprisingly adept. whether this means she falls on top of him or whatever else i'll leave that to you to decide, but that is… the intent…

but he lets her go just as quickly. he really is a toddler trying to get his babysitter's attention. ]

Hold on, hold on. Why don't you try me? I have a pretty open mind. You're my benefactor. I can't just leave you wanting, can I?

[ was he mildly offended by the 'what hot guy' comment, maybe

look i, ly, just have to accept that in a college au he'd be a fucking frat boy so here we are ]

[wheft]

[ HE WOULD BE A FRAT BOY while she is just Some Guy (literal). she almost trips when he grabs for her wrist but otherwise manages to catch herself. ]

Leave me wanting? Why do you keep putting it like that...

[ SHE DOESN'T WANT HIM RIGHT NOW. maybe. she's mostly irate bc he woke her up at the asscrack of dawn, ok. huffs. ]

Just let me get your fucking blanket first, okay. Behave.

[ she won't be long so don't miss her too much. lowkey praying that he passes tf out so that he won't have to talk anymore (please talk to her more 🥺) ]

[transmit]

[ much like you if he can't yap he dies

not to mention, he's finally horizontal and on a reasonably comfortable surface. the odds are stacked against all of us, so unfortunately by the time she returns he's knocked the fked out.

snzzzzzzzz light snoring included. you don't get any more behaved than this out of him, ]

[wheft]

[ whoa, he actually conked out. she looms over him with a marine blanket in one hand and a glass of water in the other, setting the latter down on the end table beside him before draping the former over him.

it's a bit too small on him. damn.

she should leave, but instead she sits down on the other end of the couch with a huge yawn, giving him one long look before closing her eyes and leaning her head back. he can probably take care of himself, but in that drunk state of his? not a chance. he should at least have someone to look after him till then. ]