L I L L Y F O R R E S T E R

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Dorm Floor
Saturday, 6:00 pm
Interacting with: Lou, Julius, Seoyeon

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The response was certainly something amusing. She momentarily thought how it would have been perfect if he had dropped the cup that he was holding earlier. It was such a cliche moment in many an animation that the scene has been ingrained in her memories. Still, it meant that the question had taken him by surprise and Lilly wasn't sure if she should taken that as a hint for suspicion or to chalk it up to how Lou usually is. Then again, any interaction with Lou is something that was always laced with some uncertaint.

But, he gave a pretty legitimate response... even if he did use 'tummy mc tum tums'. She shrugged. "Oh okay. Well, be careful... I guess?" She replied unsurely. A lot of the cooks that she knew typically tasted their meals before to make sure that it turned out well and it was generally harmless. At least she can go on knowing that Lou was happy with what he had made as well. He was a culinary major so if he liked it, then surely the wings were actually really good.

Lilly had flinched when Julius snapped, shrinking a bit from where she stood. She rarely had any chance to really interact with Julius so she had no idea how to handle him. Well she couldn't really handle anyone at the current venue since it had only been a week with them - but Julius always seemed like someone who didn't really match with her. Still, she didn't want to get on his bad side. That would be lead to a very bad future relationship with one of her charges.

Lou had filled the silence and Lilly had avoided looking at them for a moment, taking a sip from her cup to push back the onset of the panic that would surely come at a later date as she looked back at this interaction. It would seem that Lou had managed to calm him down though. Julius had apologized, albeit seemingly forced, but she guessed that was fine. It was fine. She gave him a nod in return.

But wait... 'un-snogged'? The chicken? That only meant that- then the earlier slip up was- it had to be that right? She looked back at Lou and then towards the chicken wings where Seoyeon had been - devouring the wings. She opened her mouth and closed it again, unsure of what exactly to say. She repeated it once, then twice, then seemed to settle on keeping her mouth shut for another moment to truly process it. "You know what? I... I'm not even gonna ask Lou. I trust you enough Lou." Was it a good idea? Probably not. Did she care? Lilly is finding it hard to do so. At least the chicken wings weren't laced with cyanide or something. She took another sip from her cup as she surveyed the area.

Buford had come back with a wagon with a full load. She was pretty sure she had seen a sex doll in there and she felt her stomach churn at the mere thought of what they could do with it. There was a bunch of other things in there but Lilly was not very keen in delving into whatever shit Buford had brought to them.

"Hey, looks like Seoyeon is liking your chicken wings." Lilly said as she patted Lou's shoulder before making her way to the Korean girl with Lou hopefully in stow. "Hey, Seoyeon-" She winced at the attempt on saying her name. "Er, sorry if I butchered that." Lilly, nevertheless, relaxed against the wall near them. "Enjoying the party so far?"

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Location: Dorm
Interacting With:EVERYONE (Generally)

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Buford realized fairly quickly that he was carrying his conversation with the redhead, and decided to just move along. Ford was the sort to push a little bit to see if he could get the conversation going, but even he knew when it had become a lost cause. Like talking to a wall.

He wandered a bit, not wanting to inject himself into any of the current conversations. They were already proceeding quite nicely and he didn't really want to terribly inconvenience anyone if he could help it. So, he bundled up his wagon of miscellaneous items and made his way to wherever it seemed the grub had been hidden away.

Once he found the counter where things seemed to be gathered, Dord began unloading his wares onto the countertop, doing his best to make them look vaguely presentable.

Soon, the same countertop with the original platter of wings now had 2 beer kegs, 3 boxes of wine, 2 bottles of Jack, 48 additional chicken wings (which he kept separate from the lovingly homemade stuff, which was probably better), 6 Po-boy sandwiches, 8 bags of chips, and 8 sorts of dip. The only thing he hadn't brought with him was plastic plates and cutlery. Which seemed lacking.

"HEY!" He called out over the music, "Food's here! I've also got Twister!"

L I L L Y F O R R E S T E R

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Dorm Floor
Saturday, 6:00 pm
Interacting with: Seoyeon

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"Ohh..." She drawled out the word in understanding accompied with a nod as she was given an explanation on how to say her floormate's name. "Well, I'll make sure to say it correctly this time." She reassured the Korean with a nod. "Seoyeon." She finalized, mimicking the pronounciation her companion said earlier. It sounded right in her head, hopefully her mouth translated exactly what she said in mind. It did, but there was always that underlying doubt that gnawed in her brain. Her fingers tightened around her cup a few times in an attempt to dispel the anxious thoughts.

She couldn't help but giggle as Seoyeon let out a burp which she covered up rather quickly. That was pretty cute. An amused smile was left on Lilly's face even after Seoyeon changed the subject to avoid getting called out for it. "Highschool not as wild as this?" She asked, tilting her head towards the ongoing party around them. "I think that's good. I remember my highschool had a rager every other week." An exaggeration, but it might as well have been with all the news she kept on hearing about.

As Seoyeon began listing off names that could have potentially been hers, Lilly's amused smile only grew wider. "At least it rhymes." She said first with a light chuckle, bringing up the hand holding her cup to her lips to cover it. She settled dowm a moment after. "It's Lilliana. But people just call me Lilly." She raised her cup towards her and then continued. "I hope you remember it. I am your floor manager after all. I'd rather not have you calling me that when you have a problem."

Julius APPARENTLY preferred his chicken not to be kissed.

Lou knew that it was only because he hadn't tried this method out yet. Hadn't he ever heard that if you make love to your food it tasted better? Or maybe it was that if you loved to make food it tasted better? Regardless, the way he did it worked great so far and there were never any complaints prior to this. Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he could only sit and listen to Julius yell at both him and Lilly. At least he had the decency to apologize to Lilly about his outburst, and he did end up wishing them a good time- so perhaps he was still a good candidate for being his best friend.

When Lilly made her comment about her level of trust, Lou just gave her a quick nod- "I think he is just upset, and speaking crazy." he brought up his finger and twirled it around in the air to signal that Julius was crazy. Her hand reached up to his shoulder and patted it, letting him know that Seoyeon enjoyed his wings. He looked over to her, recalling that she had exclaimed something about the wings earlier but he hadn't gone to thank her. Following after Lilly like a puppy, he would soon get his chance.

He stood idle by as the two women talked to one another. Lou made note of how to pronounce Seoyeon's name so that he could refer to her properly when they crossed paths next. When Lilly and Seo properly introduced each other, Lou found it a good time to introduce himself to Seoyeon, as well get into the conversation. "HELLO." he said loudly, and a bit abrasive as he went from Lilly's backside to her direct side. "I'm Lou, and I made the wings that you thought were delicious! I added you, but you probably just haven't had time to accept it I guess." he gushed, happy that she had enjoyed the food. He finished off his vodka. He then took a few samples of his wings and other foods that a new person had placed on the counter. He proceeded to drop them into his cup.

He did not want to waste the rare plate and would use this cup for everything for the rest of the night and perhaps the day after.

The loud voice of the man calling next to him made his attention shoot directly to him. He was awfully loud, but it seemed that he had brought a lot of offerings to the party and that was a kind thing to do. Turning his body slightly to look into the wagon a beautiful young woman with bright blue eyes covered in sunglasses and shockingly bright blonde hair stared back at him. Her skin was flawless, her breasts perky and her body extremely petite. Her lips were nothing like he had never seen, as if they were surprised to see Lou's gaze as he was to see that she was stark naked. Lou's cheeks turned a heavy shade of pink, "You are a bit under dressed for the party miss." he spoke quietly between his giggles.

Lou had never seen a naked woman in all of his life, let alone one that was made of plastic.

He turned his attention away from her, she was far too much into getting people's attention and that is not the type of woman Lou would want to have a serious relationship with. Plus it was clear that she was Buford's girl as they had arrived together and she hadn't made any attempt to speak to anyone else since they arrived. He raised his hand to block his eyes and mouth as he spoke to both Lilly and Seoyeon trying to hide his voice and mouth from Buford; "I'm glad she's not from our floor- she seems like a lot of trouble, and we don't need that." Lou shook his head, reaching into his cup to snack on some of the goodies he had dropped in there earlier.

“Hey, I’m Julius. Are you guys the guardians of the brownies or somethin?”

Now that he was closer to the two couch sitters he had a chance to take a better look at them. On the left was a guy with wild hair who reminded Julius of the slacker stereotype in every teen movie ever, and next to him was a pretty, darker skinned girl with large brown eyes. They seemed slightly standoffish as he approached, but that might have been just a side-effect of him entering their group mid-conversation.
Wild-hair dropped his head in a tight nod of greeting at Julius’ entrance and gave a restrained laugh at his astoundingly witty opening line. The girl simply stared him down, her gaze shifting from head to toe before flicking back to his face. He wasn't sure if her expression was approving or the opposite.

“Yeah, the Guardians of the Galaxy was already taken, so…” the boy said, the sentence trailing off as he either lost his train of thought or the energy to complete it. Julius gave a dry almost-grimace at the joke out of politeness.

“I’m Ziggy, and uh, I’ll let the lady make her own introductions,” he continued.

"I'm Venus," she cut in. "But you both can call me Vee if you want."

A moment of silence stretched for just slightly too long before Julius realised he should probably say something.

“Uh.. nice to meet you guys.”

“Pretty rough back there, man.” Ziggy said, his tone slightly hostile as he nodded in the direction of Lily. She had looked shell shocked after he had opened up on her, and rightfully so. He would be lying if he said he didn’t regret it, but as floor manager this party thing was kind of wholly her responsibility. If she couldn’t control a small first-week gathering what hope would she have for the rest of the year?

“You feelin’ okay?”

What the hell was that supposed to mean? For a second Julius’ temper flared and he felt like opening up the pressure valve again. But where would that get him? Making enemies this early wasn’t a good idea, and he’d already dicked around the floor manager. With difficulty he controlled his pissiness and let out a pent-up sigh.

“I don’t know, man. I’ve just been so highly strung lately.” He held up a slightly shaky hand to show them before continuing. “I feel like I’m balanced on a tightrope above a pit of losing control and being a prick… and this party was like someone sweeping out my legs from under me.” Julius fell silent for a moment as he realised he was probably sharing more than the question required. “I guess I’ve just never been too good at letting loose and enjoying myself. Wish I knew how.” He leaned forward in his chair and ran his hands through his long hair, balancing his elbows on his outstretched knees.

“Hey, why don’t you try one? They’re my special recipe.” Ziggy pushed the brownie plate closer to Julius before exchanging a grin with Venus that Julius was too distracted to notice. The dark chocolate, slightly crispy looking brownies did look inviting.

"Yeah, you should definitely try one," she said, smiling too. "I ate one earlier. Pretty good if you ask me."

Julius eyed the brownie plate with slight curiosity. The two of them seemed slightly keener than just trying out Ziggy’s ‘special recipe’ warranted, but what was the worst that could happen? He stretched a hand out and selected a particularly chunky looking one from the top of the pile. As he raised it to his mouth, he looked back at the two expectant faces on the couch. Shaking off the slightly uneasy gut feeling he had about the brownie, he bit down.

“Well...” Julius struggled initially for words. “It’s not bad.” This was a blatant lie. It tasted like no brownie he had eaten before- the taste of chocolate seemed to have been an afterthought added after an overpowering flavour of what almost reminded him of eating grass. Holding the brownie closer to the light he could see little specks of green in between the crispy chocolate chunks. He picked one out and inspected the small piece on the end of his finger.

“Dude, what’s up with this? Did you put herbs in here or something?” He was almost more curious and baffled than annoyed at the weird taste. While every brownie he’d eaten before had tasted a lot sweeter, those had been back home across the country. Their ways were a lot different to his own here. They probably did more folk dancing. And who knew, maybe they made their brownies savoury with herbs too.

Confused and more than a little frightened, Ylva shook her head. Sounds that did not make sense bombarded her ears. Bodiless voices floated around her. They were speaking in a language that she recognized, yet nothing she heard made sense to her.
She leaned back against the wall. Somehow, she had known it was there, without looking. She took a few deep breaths and carefully opened her eyes. At first the light was overwhelming, and all she could see were shadows moving around in the distance. She started to breathe faster, a feeling of panic rising from her stomach. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, Ylva began to recognize her surroundings. The Party she thought to herself. Just breathe! New school, new people, new party!

Relieved, Ylva took a few deep breaths and calmed herself. How long had she been out of it? And what had triggered it this time? Ylva had had spells like these before, but they usually occurred when she was stressed out or communicating with the other side. And she always felt it coming, except for this one. Also, she didn't remember anything. It was as if she'd been drawn into a dead line. She shook her head again, and shrugged her shoulders. This was not the time to worry about that. She would have ample time for that later tonight. Great, another sleepless night! No wonder! I'm probably dreamwalking.
The more she calmed down, the more Ylva looked around. She vaguely remembered someone trying to talk to her. His voice had brought her back to the present. She looked around the dorm full of new people, recognizing a few faces here and there and slowly she fell back into place.

Unwilling to draw too much attention to herself, she pushed away from the wall and found that she could stand on her own. She hesitantly took a few steps and smiled. Balance is good. Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the sound of her stomach rumbling, Balance is good. Food is better and Ylva instinctively walked towards the food. She put the plate of waffles she'd been carrying down and grabbed a few pieces of chicken. Perfect! then huh, that was weird! She finished her chicken, staring thoughtfully ahead, and looked around for something sweeter. She caught sight of the brownies and decided to go make a few friends. Completely ignoring her own absent spell and waffles, Ylva smiled as she sat down and pointed at the brownies. Hello, is there room for one more? These look great!

"Whatever you say," Hangyeol replies, shrugging it off. While he isn't too sure about using a stain as a fashion statement, it's not his shirt and the amount of fuss he can give about such a small thing is basically zero. And as long as she doesn't mind, Hangyeol can get away with this momentary lapse of attention and move on with his life. Still, it's good to make sure--just once more. "If you need it, though, I can probably get the stain out. I'm pretty good at that." Perks of thrifting your entire wardrobe: you get really good at removing weird stains. And repairing frayed sleeves... and patching holes. Hangyeol would make his own clothes, but buying all that cloth is expensive.

"Hangyeol. Hangyeol Yoon. It's good to meet you," Hangyeol says, torn between bowing, putting out his hand to shake, and simply letting it be. He feels uneasy without a full introduction, after spending so much time in a country that values formality and respect above all. But since English has none of the tricky verb endings and honorifics that force everybody to ask each other's age right off the bat, he lets it be. Asking her age would just be impolite, anyway.

"Anyway..." Hangyeol trails off, taking in the variety of scenes around them. It's been a long time since he's properly had a conversation with somebody near his own age, and his social skills are generally pretty rusty. The last person he talked to was the convenience store clerk, and he was a middle-aged man. And before that was two weeks ago, the bus driver... Wait, he's getting off-track again.

"Sorry. My mind was wandering," he apologizes, then cracks a smile (the close-lipped, polite kind). "I'll take a guess and say... you're not from Alaska?"

L I L L Y F O R R E S T E R

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Dorm Floor -> Floor above
Saturday, 6:00 pm
Interacting with: Seoyeon, Lou

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Lilly nodded in understanding. She's heard that those in the Eastern countries had a more conservative outlook in life. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Well at least you can enjoy one now. Just don't have too much fun." She said with a low voice, obviously mocking an adult. Of course, she often took those words to heart but only because she had to keep herself sober enough to take care of others. It was always a problem when they get too drunk or too high to function anymore or get in trouble, so she figured that she should at least put on an effort to avoid such things from happening. As she was thinking that, she took another sip from her cup.

She tilted her head at Seoyeon and then quickly shook her head. "Well, we usually don't say anything but if you want to, go ahead." She replied with a dismissive wave of her hand before also jumping in surprise with Lou's loud entrance. Lilly offered the guy a small smile as she stepped aside to make some room for Lou. She was glad that the two of them seem to be getting along. Lilly kept quiet as the two interacted - or as Seoyeon gave a fangirl like reaction for the wings that Lou has bestowed upon them. What was said earlier aside, Lilly was probably going to try it out later once she's done making another round.

Lou had gone on to speak to the sex doll that was laying down (standing up?) at the wagon and Lilly couldn't help but smile to herself. How innocent. It wasn't soon until Lou had come back to tell them that he was glad she wasn't from their floor. Lilly was unsure whether to play along or not but Seoyeon was quick to reply and ignore it. Lilly had just shrugged it off. Her eyes passed the sex doll again and there was some part of her that was glad that it wasn't being used just yet.

When the two were getting acquainted, she gave a nod to Seoyeon and a pat to Lou's shoulder and gestured that she was going to leave. Lilly was here to take care of everyone, not two specific people. She dropped her cup at a nearby table - it was nearly empty anyway - and she began making another round. She waved at some who called out to her while they were drinking - calling out to her about joining them and she just laughed and moved on. There were a bunch of people (surprisingly including Julius) around the pot brownies and she nodded at them as well.

As she was moving around, alone, there was a scream. It didn't come from their floor - but above. Lilly looked around and it didn't seem like many people noticed. Maybe it was because she was quiet and alone. Maybe it was because she was on full alert for everyone. Lilly knew what she needed to do though. Passing by everyone else in a rush, she moved to the stairs to find out what had happened. At least she was still sober.

The Asian guy in front of her was making a generous offer but it would definitely be strange for her to be asking a person she just met to clean her clothes. Besides, Sasha was pretty good with removing stains herself. It was one of the things that her grandmother taught her. "For when you have your own home and you want everything to be clean and spotless." It was what she always said. The memory gave Sasha a warm feeling. Despite it being years since she passed away, she still missed her grandmother so much.

Pushing aside reminiscing about the older lady to a later time, she turned her attention back to her new acquaintance. She politely declined the offer with a shake of her head. "Really, it's okay. I can take care of it. Thanks for the offer though." Consciously, she looked down at the stain. Orange against blue. It really wasn't that bad but then maybe she really needed to remove it. "No stains should be left unattended," her grandmother's voice echoed in her head.

Sasha almost laughed. да, бабушка. she thought to herself.

A little guilty that her mind kept drifting somewhere else, she turned it back to the present, determined to keep it there. Hangyeol Yoon. A Korean name. It was both strange and fascinating to hear his name. She tried saying it out loud, her tongue not familiar with the pronunciation of the foreign name. When it came out sounding a little strange, she gave him a small embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry. I'm sure I'll get the hang of saying your name in time," she apologized immediately. "You're Korean, right? she smiled prettily this time. "My first Korean friend then...if you don't mind me calling you a friend." And then she shook her head. "No, I'm not from around here. I'm from Russia."

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Well, he was late, and why you may be asking was Alex late? Because he had somehow succeeded at getting lost. Even when using the GPS on his phone. That would be the kind of thing that'd seem impossible but in his defense, the phone kept glitching out trying to get him to walk down a road that didn't even exist. The fact that he hadn't left his room unless it was for class didn't seem to help either. The whole day he had been avoiding the members of his floor as he knew they were planning a party.

On that note, it's not that he was late to the party. He was late for skipping the party. Alex wanted to get back to his dorm before the party started leaving them about half of the pizza he was carrying as his contribution. As he was standing outside the building with his local restaurant pizza and 2-liter mountain dew, he could already hear the music. Great. There's no chance of me sneaking past is there. He started thinking back to how his twin sister told him he'd need to at least try to make friends. Why was that necessary though? He chose Alaska because he expected there to be fewer people. But there were more people at this university than he had expected. He also had the unfortunate circumstance of one of his roommates being overbearingly friendly. It was kind of annoying because Alex didn't want to be rude, but he had to admit the guy was alright. If he decided to socialize then he'd probably talk to him.

Resigning to his fate of eventually being dragged into the party he began climbing the stairs with the music becoming more prominent with each step. Once he arrived at his floor he realized he had no free hands to open the door. He tried pushing it but the thing wouldn't budge. He kicked it a few times hoping someone would hear but with the music that was doubtful. Groaning he stuck the 2-liter under his arm and reached for the door when he heard a scream. At first, he thought that it may have come from the other side of the door but he eventually realized it had come from a little bit above. He quickly put down the pizza and soft drink to begin running up the stairs when someone exited into the stairwell looking like she had come to the same conclusion as he had.

Pot brownies, eh? That explains a lot. She winks at Ziggy. I could do with a little relaxing, but that's not my poison. Hang on. Ylva walks back over to the food and piles a few things onto a plate. She grabs herself a beer and returns to sit down next to Venus.Hey Ziggy, I'm Ylva, sorry did I forget to slip that in? Temporarily distracted by Lilly flashing by Does she look worried? Drunk fight already? Ylva almost missed Ziggy's not so coherent speech.

Suddenly selfconscious, Ylva runs her free hand through her hair. She gulps down some beer and nibbles on a waffle. Then she shrugs. We can't all look good all the time, can we? Comes with the hair, I guess. So, how did you guys end up here? Nibbling on her brownie, Ylva took the time to take it all in and center herself. She looked around the room, watching everyone have fun, and for the first time in a very long time, Ylva realised she felt like she belonged somewhere. She smiled to herself and leaned back in the sofa, enjoying the stuff happening around her.

Suddenly she realized the other guy in the group hadn't said a word. He didn't even seem to register they were there. Guess he's not handling them too well? Ylva smiled. Maybe she'd try one later, when she felt a little more grounded.

“They’re fine, dude, trust me. Don’t tell me you’ve never had an edible before?”

“An edible? Isn’t all food edib…” It had taken far longer than it should have for the gears in Julius’ head to slowly click into place. Lack of sleep and the sudden stress of the party had taken their toll on him and his train of thought seemed to be running on busted tracks. His mouth was feeling dry all of a sudden and he coughed, sending brownie crumbs and pieces of ‘organic herbs’ spiralling over the front of his shirt.

"Yeah, I thought you knew they were pot brownies, Julius," Venus said with an annoying smile. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before replying.

“Why the hell would you ruin a perfectly good brownie by putting pot in it?” he said peevishly, brushing crumbs off of his expensive shirt. But what was done was done. He’d taken a second bite of the brownie out of politeness before his realization and already eaten the best part of half the cake. Maybe it was just paranoia, but his heart seemed to already be beating faster and it felt like his muscles were unwinding like a frayed thread of string as they relaxed.

Julius had never smoked or, probably shockingly to Ziggy, had one of these ‘edibles’ before. All he knew about weed was from panic pieces on the news around the legalization movement and what he recalled of his father’s ranting on ‘those damn millennials and their bongs’ whenever he took the fancy.
According to the news, it made you drop out of school and turn into a mindless drug-addled zombie. Or maybe that was heroin… It felt like his thoughts were leaking from the bottom of his brain and leaving behind a mellow blankness that was almost a welcome relief from the strains of life.

When Ziggy reached out to the stack of pizza boxes in front of him, Julius merely sank back further in his chair and stared at the ceiling. It didn’t feel worth it to get angry about the brownie trick, and he observed the half-eaten one in his hand with a detached feeling. The other students around him were talking, but the sound felt like it was travelling through water before it reached his ears.
All that mattered was the brownie in his hand. His eyes were glued on it, examining it’s microscopic details. The slight burn on the crust of the bottom, the tiny internal structure with all it’s little bubbles and chunks. The way the ceiling light reflected off the sludgy pieces of chocolate entertained him more than it deserved and he spent too long turning the cake in all directions and marvelling at the gleam. And of course, there was the small pieces of marijuana mixed in with the sweet cake.

Why had he shied away from this kind of stuff for so long, scared of the consequences? Perhaps it was time for him to take a little more risks in life. To seize hold of the pot brownie and chow it down, school and the party be damned.

Well, maybe he would if they didn’t taste so bloody awful. Waking from his daze long enough to grab hold of the box Ziggy had discarded, he seized the edge and swung it around to face him. Apparently it hadn’t been to the other boy’s liking, as the smooth surface of the pizza was still a full untouched circle. Mmm, were those anchovies? Feta and mushrooms also adorned the top layer, which was more than enough to convince him to swap the crumbled brownie for a slice.

An insidious thought struck him as he was about to bite and he peered through hooded eyes at his companions. This time, however, they seemed more interested in their conversations than what he was eating. Just to be sure, he poked a finger under and lifted the cheese to inspect the pizza closer before he ate it. Several small leaves rested under, but they looked more like basil than the shredded green of pot. Julius hadn’t heard of pot pizza before, but before tonight he also hadn’t heard of pot brownies.

He hadn’t managed to find the time for lunch today and he found himself downing half of the pizza within a minute before turning his focus back towards the others.

“Sho, what are y’all here for? Like, what’re you guysh shtudying?” Ziggy was saying, or at least what Julius was understanding through his growing high and the other boy’s mouthful of Doritos.

“I’m an actor. Studying… acting,” Julius said, distracted as his eyes shifting away from Ziggy to the newcomer in the group, a girl with almost-orange hair. She hadn’t introduced herself, or perhaps he’d missed her name when he was zoning out so he decided to make the move.

“I’m Julius,” he said, jerking a thumb upwards at his chest. “Is your hair for real?” he asked bluntly, shifting his motion to pointing at her copper locks. The colour seemed way too vivid to come from mama nature, and he suspected it had probably originated instead from a dye box on a supermarket shelf.

"Fine by me, then," Hangyeol says, satisfied. After all, cleaning somebody else's clothes is kind of... weird. Not that Hangyeol would mind, but she might.

It's not surprising that she gets his name a bit wrong, though. Korean names are generally weird--not difficult, but hard to keep straight sometimes. As are any names, really, that you aren't familiar with. And Hangyeol is as unfamiliar as it comes.

"The trick is to say it really fast," he suggests, smile growing a little wider at Sasha's awkward-yet-sincere attempt at saying it correctly. "Good try, though. And yeah, I'm from Jinju. In Korea." Not somewhere she would know.

And here Hangyeol comes to a standstill. A small but noticeable shockwave leaves him just a bit more rigid, smile momentarily slipping before he re-adjusts himself. Ah.

He's not good at this.

It has been far too long since Hangyeol last tried to do this... friendly thing, and last time it ended terribly. People are not his forte; not since he was little. Since then, he has lived alone, in solitude and darkness and whatnot, until his decision to move. And doesn't it seem a little strange to go around accepting the friend requests if people you barely know? Or is that how it's usually done...?

But Sasha's not dangerous. Not at all. In fact, she's rather harmless. But you never know.

In the midst of a small mental breakdown, Hangyeol's sharp ears catch the sounds of a scream--which, by the way, doesn't help with the whole staying-calm thing. Instead, his heartbeat spikes for a moment before he zeroes in on the source and notices Lilly has already begun to investigate the situation. Then, he decides this could be a good place to bail--er, excuse himself--from the conversation to help Lilly out with whatever happened upstairs. Also because he is more than a bit paranoid and that conversation from earlier is still unnerving.

"Sorry, I'll have to take a rain check on this one," he apologizes, half regretful and half relived to have such a convenient opportunity to get away. "Did you hear that scream? I think the RA might need some help. I'm very sorry, it was nice to have met you!" With that, Hangyeol exits, stage right, towards where Lilly is climbing up the stairs--oh, and somebody else, too. Splendid.