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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"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.

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"Could go either way, but this week I think they're probably just throwing food at people with their eyes closed. I bet we get at least an order of garlic knots we didn't want," Paris said, smiling.

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"At least we don't have to worry about vampires," he joked. Also, if both people ate the garlic, it was cool.

You know. To talk.

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"You've seen through my secret plan," Paris said with a grin as she shifted a little closer.

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He perked up a little, even if it was a little anxiously because there wasn't the help of a magical spin the bottle party to push him along to being forward.

Look, he needed forward women in his life to do shit.

"Pretty sure I didn't notice any fangs the other day..."

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"How would you like to check?" Paris asked.

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"Um. Yeah," he said, startling forward toward her with all the grace of a someone who'd been kicked in the head by a horse. "Yeah, definitely."

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Thank goodness for sex pollen helping out the hopelessly teenaged!

"See if you can kiss better than Sabine," she teased.

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"...I missed that," he said, looking a little glazed at the thought of those two kissing. But he couldn't really let someone impugn his honor like that, so he pulled her in for that kiss.

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The kiss knocked some of that buzzing restlessness out of her system and Paris let out a small, surprised noise before kissing Trevor right back.

Hot Romanian guy who was nice to talk to. She'd take it!

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Excuse you, he was Wallachian. Unwillingly sometimes.

Trevor more than eagerly went along with whatever it was that they were doing here. He might not be the most experienced, but he was a fast learner.

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This felt really nice.

Not that she'd mention that to Louise, who had been telling Paris to get laid for years.