[ 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 ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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.
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.
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.
[ 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... ]
[ 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 ]
[ 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 🥺) ]
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, ]
[ 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. ]
[ did she really just refuse to take him into her room but decide to stay with him anyway. how het
while he won't be stirring anytime soon, he isn't the most still sleeper, especially when hot off the heels of being wasted. like, if she acidentally conks out next to him turning into a glorified body pillow wouldn't be the strangest thing.
otherwise, if she's listening to his nonsensical mumbling he'll be going on about swimming in oceans of french fries, tossing and turning as he tries to stuff all of them into his mouth. as it goes… it probably means the blanket ends up falling every so often. ]
[ this is exactly why they can't share beds rn he seems to be an annoying sleeping partner!!! she thought she was going to sleep here till sunrise, but the sensation of the blanket falling off of him manages to stir her from her sleep, blinking wildly at where she is and who that guy is and realizing that anyone could see them together right now and start thinking weird ideas.
rising from the couch, she picks up the blanket and spreads it all over elysium again before shuffling off to find the hall director. then -- ]
Hey. Wake up.
[ poke.
poke poke.
she's going to poke him nonstop on the cheek with his new keycard now. pokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepoke ]
Edited (actually nvm i want her to hold him) 2025-02-22 12:23 (UTC)
[ they're in uni and they're in dorms. stranger shit happens than finding two people passed out on a couch together, it's fine
but he's actually a pretty light sleeper and rouses after the first poke. he does not stir, vaguely wondering just how long she'll try and poke him for and whether or not she'll give up, but by the time she pulls out the keycard he's like ok girl really does not want to let him rest in peace, catching her wrist before she can poke him for the nth time and staring directly at her.
[ yeah, but... he is a boy, she is a girl........ you know how the song goes
she really was going to poke him to death so that he won't ever annoy her again. but she's suddenly forced to stop and stare at him with an equally flat look, dangling the keycard in front of his face. ]
Come on. Let's get you back to your room.
[ and if he needs help in sitting up she's going to help him with a hefty tug. up to him. ]
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Er, day
What would happen if I didn't wake up, huh?
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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!
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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 ]
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[ he's going to smell so badly of booze, sorry ]
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...Wow. You reek.
[ tfw that's her first impression of him instead of his dashing good looks, rip ]
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[ 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?
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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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[ 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 ]
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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.
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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?
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... 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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[ 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.
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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?
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[ … ]
M'not going.
[ they're first years they're probably just going to be reading the syllabuses it's fine it's FINE ]
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[ 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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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.
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[ 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... ]
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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 ]
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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 🥺) ]
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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, ]
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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. ]
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while he won't be stirring anytime soon, he isn't the most still sleeper, especially when hot off the heels of being wasted. like, if she acidentally conks out next to him turning into a glorified body pillow wouldn't be the strangest thing.
otherwise, if she's listening to his nonsensical mumbling he'll be going on about swimming in oceans of french fries, tossing and turning as he tries to stuff all of them into his mouth. as it goes… it probably means the blanket ends up falling every so often. ]
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rising from the couch, she picks up the blanket and spreads it all over elysium again before shuffling off to find the hall director. then -- ]
Hey. Wake up.
[ poke.
poke poke.
she's going to poke him nonstop on the cheek with his new keycard now. pokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepokepoke ]
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but he's actually a pretty light sleeper and rouses after the first poke. he does not stir, vaguely wondering just how long she'll try and poke him for and whether or not she'll give up, but by the time she pulls out the keycard he's like ok girl really does not want to let him rest in peace, catching her wrist before she can poke him for the nth time and staring directly at her.
what does she want… they were so comfortable!!! ]
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she really was going to poke him to death so that he won't ever annoy her again. but she's suddenly forced to stop and stare at him with an equally flat look, dangling the keycard in front of his face. ]
Come on. Let's get you back to your room.
[ and if he needs help in sitting up she's going to help him with a hefty tug. up to him. ]
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