rakuen | Second Beat | And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Characters: Dave Strider and Sora Himoto
Format: Anything goes aww yissss
This log is: closed
Location: Fortitude Dorms; Black; 2-A
Summary: Dave isn't all that used to roommates. Suddenly he has one that acts like ten.
Warnings: Sora is too friendly for her own good, friend touching, Dave freaking out, stupidity, probably crack was involved, these warnings are terrible, chaos

Dave was actually surprised that he gotten through the first round with absolutely no roommates. He knew all the other dorms had more then one person inside, but he wasn't going to complain. It just meant that he didn't have to awkwardly try to socialize with his roommates.

This, was good. No awkward conversations that ended short because he had to keep showing them bright red text or just give nods and shakes. No one being disappointed that keeping a conversation up with him actually required some effort and determination.

Actually, he gotten pretty used to not having anyone in the room that he almost considered leaving his sunglasses off in them. He decided against it since the beds were a constant reminder that people would eventually occupy them. Still, he wasn't expecting Sora when she arrived. He was kind of oblivious to the storm that was about to hit.

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The storm of red hair and awe, specifically. It took about five seconds for Sora to check the door number and push it open, another to take in how cool the room looked with all the beds, and one more to realise she wouldn't be rooming alone.

This was going to be amazing. Possibly the situation hadn't sunk in yet, since she chirped a 'good afternoon!' and headed to the centre of the room to scope out which bed she'd like. The second one. The second one looked comfy. She dropped her jacket onto it and spun on Dave.

"I'm Sora! Ah, I just got here... so it's nice to meet you--" A pause, as she blinked and took in his shades. And fluffy pale hair. "Wow, you're really cute."

... Scratch possibly, try 'definitely'.

Dave was slightly started when he heard the door open. He usually kept it unlocked since he didn't care. He kept his stuff on him or locked up safely. But no one really just entered the dorms without having a reason to.

The girl in front of him was unfamiliar. He hadn't seen her at all, and he'd recognize her, he's pretty sure, if she was here last week. She must be new.

There's a pretty long pause in which he just sits on his bed and stare at her blankly. It takes him a little to register the words she just said to him. That she just called him cute. That she even called him really cute. And although he knew he wasn't ugly by any means, just getting a stranger to call him that was, well, a little surprising. Kind of embarrassing. He feels a flush rise and he presses the sunglasses closer to his face and awkwardly waves back.

So cute. This is going to be a great room, Sora can tell. She beams at him again, and then he's spared for a while as she realised there's a school bag with her name on it across the room. That claimed and brought back to her bed as loot, she resumes her chatter.

"Do we all get these-- oh, is this the manual that lady with the pretty horns was talking about? It looks kinda long..." It gets placed on the floor for that sin. "I'll read it later. Um. Probably."

He just goes back to staring at her, letting her ramble and talk. What was he going to do. Tell her to shut up? Oh wait.

Dave nods and gets up so he can swipe her manual and turn it to the pages about rules. He then hands it back to her. If she wasn't going to read all of it, she better at least know the rules to keep herself out of trouble.

She's pretty used to this with their schooling back home so she takes the book back with only a slight blink of confusion. The title of the page clears things up.

"Rules? Ah! So if I don't read these I could get someone in trouble? That'd be bad. Thanks!"

Her smile lasts about as long as it takes her to finish the first rule. Then a frown appears and only increases as she continues. "But... this isn't fair. My friends are in the other school."

Well...she probably forgot that she can get penalized too. But...yeah he won't bother.

He sits down on his bed so he can type into his PDA. He can't really do anything otherwise. He holds the screen out to her.

this thing isnt all that fair
to begin with
but if theyre weapons
the players can win them
so theyre technically fighting for the other team
even if theyre from conquest

Wow, she didn't like the sound of this at all, but he made sense too. And it wasn't like anyone she'd met so far had been bad.

"I don't really get this, but... if they end up with someone playing for this school, they'll be allowed to come here?" She nodded to herself, and then caught another rule further up the page. "Whoa, I get to wear a uniform." Cue her looking over at Dave again - or rather, his clothes. Huh. It looked kinda weird, but...

something like that
otherwise you get penalized for going to the other school

Don't get him started about the uniforms. They suck. They are way too cold for his liking. He could complain about them for probably forever honestly. He shrugs though. If you're indoors most of the time, it isn't terrible. And if you're fighting, it isn't all that cold if you're active.

After a moment's more examination, Sora nods. That made sense. Like not being allowed to trespass... those kind of rules were set up to protect the students, right? She could accept that. But she'd better get changed, or she'd be in trouble! First she tugged the folded uniform out of the bag, then she discarded the trousers and the skirt in favour of the shorts. Aww yeah shorts. Comfy and easy to wear.

And then she began to tug off her jacket. Turn around, Dave.

Oh my fucking god. What are you doing you crazy bitch. Give a kid a fucking warning before you suddenly start changing like that! He doesn't really need to know that much about you right on the get go.

Dave quickly turns around because, wow this is embarrassing. Wow.

Second Beat | And I'll try not to sing out of key.

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