Quistis perked up and began flipping through the pages to pick out scenarios.
Fuujin only cleared her throat to hold the woman's attention for a minute, then cocked her head in a beckoning gesture and headed for the door. The point was obvious; in this school if you sneeze in the Library someone from the Quad says gazundtiet (sp?) a minute later. She walked all the way to the elevator and then to the first floor dorms. Quistis tagged along, and the two made the trip in silence.
It took some getting used to, being in someone's company without filling the air with chatter, but soon she felt no particular obligation to speak idly either.
One could always tell which section was the posse's because the inevitable fights took their toll not only on student bodies but on doors, wall panels, light fixtures, you name it....
Fuujin went inside one room and threw Raijin out. When he complained with other plans in mind she *threw* him out. Quistis hastily backed a few steps out of the way. "MOUTH, SHUT."
The 'god' winked. "Oh. You need me to leave so you can plan a crime or something without me as a witness, so just in case I get questioned I can't accidently slip any information to the investigators and if they put me on the stand I'll have 'credible deniability'. Fine with me but you coulda just said so before pushing me first, y'know?"
Quistis was stunned. "That's the most intelligent thing I've ever heard you say. When we're done I'll make sure you get extra credit for paying attention in the Subterfuge Class."
Fuujin rolled her eye, kept her comments to herself on that one and pulled the woman inside.
How had the duo managed to arrange the only coed dorm on campus? Probably because everyone else was too scared to share that dubious honor with either one of them.
In their dormitory, it was pretty easy to tell which part was whose. Hers was tidy with a few important things laid out; his wasn't bad but looked like he could open his own flea market booth.
When some of his books sprawled towards her area, she nonchallantly kicked them fluttering end over end back to his side where they landed on disarrayed pages and spines. Then Fuujin calmly took a seat by the desk as if this was nothing out of the ordinary.
Quistis gingerly perched on the bed. And when they put these two heads together...