Room 420, Thursday afternoon

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Paris knew part of why she was antsy (and thank you ever so much for that, useless island), but she was blaming the other part on the missing letter from her pile of college acceptances. She'd gotten into Yale, Bryn Mawr, and Williams, but the one she really wanted was still not here.

Where was Harvard?

She looked up at her vision board, with all of the application sections had been carefully checked off and blew out a breath.

"Probably stuck in the interdimensional nexus mail or something," she muttered to herself. "It'll be here."

She propped the door open and flopped herself down on her bed with a bit of light reading--Michelle Obama's autobiography. People in her timeline were going to think she was a political savant, knowing who was going to get elected next.

[OOC: Expecting one, but open!]

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"The pizza thing is pretty nice, though," Trevor ventured. Showing off that classic Belmont ability to comfort people by being a fucking moron. "Indoor plumbing too."

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"Oh my god, where are you from that doesn't have indoor plumbing?" Paris asked.

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"Wallachia." Which wasn't even a thing now. Which was weird. "Few... centuries back?"

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"I have never heard of it," Paris said, frowning. "Is it in Europe?"

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"It's apparently called Romania now." Of course that was one of the things he looked up.

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"That I have heard of," Paris said, smiling. "I won't make vampire jokes."

Because he was cuuuuute.

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"Betwwen them and The Church, it's a country full of bloodsuckers," he replied dryly.

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Paris burst out laughing. "That's funny. You're funny."

So smooth, Paris.

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"It's true," Trevor said, preening a little.

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Paris patted an empty spot on her bed for him to sit, then immediately worried that was being kind of slutty.

Eh, too late now.

"Modest, too."

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"Well, what man is?" he asked, taking that seat.

Like a harlot.

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"None really worth talking to," Paris said. "They tend to squeak and run away from me."

Because Paris was A Lot.

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Trevor had more bravery than common sense sometimes. So there was that.

"Should I get on that now?"

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"Squeaking and running away? I hope you don't," Paris said.

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"Really?" Don't sound so shocked, Trevor.

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"Really," Paris said, blushing a bit and looking annoyed about that. Blushing was the worst. "Unless you have somewhere else to be?"

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"No." That was a quick answer. "Unless wandering the dorm counts as a place to be."

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"I don't think it does," Paris said with a quick smile. "Unless there's free food around."

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Trevor shot her an answering, if slightly less wide smile back. Because free food was one of the main reasons he stuck around here.

"I'll let you know if anything shows up."

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"We could order pizza," Paris offered. "Not a lot of pizza in ancient almost Romania, right?"

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"Not unless you mean 'shitty goat meat' instead of 'pizza'," Trevor replied. "Because there's a lot of that."

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Paris's nose wrinkled up. "Eww. No thank you. Pepperoni before Passover starts next week?"

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His nose wrinkled at the mention of Passover as he leaned back on the bed. "Excommunicated. I don't think eating meat matters much."

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"Well, me either but I'm not picking a fight with my rabbi about that this year," she declared, reaching for her phone. "Got other things to yell at him about."

She placed a quick order. "There. Now let's see what actually shows up."

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Okay, a rabbi he could deal with. As long as it wasn't a priest.

"Should I hope for the best or expect the worst?" he asked, leaning back on his elbows to watch her. Why exactly was everyone here so much better looking than back home?

Probably helped that no one was trying to kill him here.