Disclaimer:insane laughter:
Warnings: Mild swearing. Conspiracies.
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When Kitchel unlocked the door to her shared dorm after class, she was immediatly set upon by her two friends.
"Hey! How are you? Let me take those."
Her books were snatched from her unprotesting fingers, set off to the side on top of a dented microwave.
"What's up, 'Chel? You want something to drink?"
REcently freed hands were presented with a cool glass, a tiny pink umbrulla peeking over its rim as her jacket was stripped off her body and hung over the doorknob.
"Uh..." she gave a slightly nervous grin, "What's going on?"
"Nothing!"
Two guileless beaming faces reassured her, ushering her forward and pressing her into a nearby chair.
Kitchel looked from Tintlett's faintly glazed eyes to Cesia's slightly-too-wide smile and sweatdropped.
"...Are you two on something?"
Cesia made to snap a retort, then caught herself, breathing out the tension in a light sigh.
"No," she motioned for the other to try her drink, now damp with condensation, "We just," Cesia glanced at her blonde friend, "Felt bad for always pushing you out and making you find somewhere else to stay."
Kitchel raised an uncomprehending eyebrow.
"...And?"
And we thought we'd make it up to you!" Tintlett spoke up cheerily.
When this announcment was met with confused silence, Cesia continued, elaborating.
"We think we know of someone who you'd get along with."
Tintlett nodded as Kitchel took an experimental sip of the drink, settling back comfortably against the slightly-worn armchair.
"I think you'd like him."
Her eyes widened in shock.
"You're getting me a slave?"
"No."
"Sort of."
Tintlett and Cesia answered simultaniously, the prior sending a half-disaproving, half-amused glance to the giggling other.
"Actually," Tintlett leaned closer, doing her best to radiate warmth and calm, "I know you're not doing anything this Saturday. How about letting us set you up with a," she paused, not quite sure what to call Thats, and decided upon the more familiar(if less correct) word that came to mind.
"A... Friend of ours?
There was a tense silence in which this unexpected information slowly registered in Kitchel's mind.
Outside in the hallway, Miyabi stumbled and smacked into a wall as her sense of hearing was assulted by a loud shriek.
"What!"
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"I still say this is stupid."
Rune glanced at his sulking friend.
A bleached white forelock dangled down(irritatingly so, Rune thought) over Rath's moody reddish eyes as he glared irreselutly back at him.
"Rath," he tried to explain for the upteenth time that day, "If this works out, it will be for the better for all of us. He'll be happier, there will be less hassle getting him out of the dorm, and," Rune alighted suddenly upon a new reason, "Cesia will be very pleased with you."
"Bull," Rath sighed, still crossing his arms. He did, however, stand.
"Fine. But you're doing all the talking."
"Sure," Rune nodded, relieved. "Just grab the coffee and follow me."
Rath reluctantly picked up the still bubbling pot and walked after the other, leaning against the bathroom door with an obvious air of boredom.
"Thats?" Rune paused in front of the sleeping form on the unmade bed.
"Wake up."
He shook his shoulder gently. "It's three in the afternoon. Rath and I," he contnued when Rath made no obvious attempt to contradict him, "Wanted to ask you a favor."
Thats yawned, slowlu pushing himself up.
"Jeeze. I just got back an hour ago. I wanted to sleep before work. You know, Rune," he glared blearily, "Waking up a guy is not the best way to get him to agree to your scheme."
He snatched the coffee greedily from Rath's outstreched hand, taking a gulp directly from the rim.
"Rath and I wanted to let you know that we're sorry for always making you leave, and we might know a way to make it up to you."
Thats gagged on his mouthful, not taking in a word Rune had said.
"Did you make this?" he demanded, sputtering.
"Um, no..." Rune turned to look at a defensive Rath.
"He said he liked hot sauce!"
Shaking his head and taking the poisoned drink form his coughing friend, Rune continued.
"Since you're not doing anything this Saturday, we've set you up for a date with one of Tintlett's-"
"And one of Cesia's."
"-Friends." Rune concluded, praying that the outburst he was expecting wouldn't be too loud or violent.
"Wait..." Thats shook sleep-mussed brown hair from his face.
Outside in the hallway, Sabel stumbled and smacked into a wall as his sense of hearing was assulted by a loud yell.
"What!"
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Yes... This was written during a long car ride on the mainland(I forget exactly where...), and was typed up during the first day of band camp. :D