Iris patrolled the halls giving her roommate much needed time away, clearly she was way too much for Cory and she had already accepted that. She wasn’t really that sexual she thought. Just playful. Maybe too playful.. She knew she took it too far and was actually getting embarassed by the thought. “Whatever, smooth start to an awkward year, no big!” Her thoughtful stride had her almost collide with a tall leather clad gorgeous and deliciously ripped goddess.
"Watch it!" A deeper female voice barked as she stormed past clearly aggravated with state of existence she was stuck in. Come on Red, take the step don’t let this one slip!! Move feet! GO!!
"Why am I not moving?"
"Oh I uh, er… I said you were cute! No that’s not! Oh… Damn it."
"…." Mykha squinted confused by the drunk woman before her. She was as short as she was confusing. Five foot eleven inches at best. An observation Mykha knew meant little here but it was instinct to take into account. “Are you alright?” She placed a had on her hip as she turned to fully inspect this girl. Small figure, obviously toned, large breasted, kind of has an emo thing going and she’s obviously a fan of red.
"Y-yeah I’m fine. You just surprised me! That’s all!" She gave a really nervous smile and tried to laugh it off.
"You’re practically worshiping me with your eyes. Are you drunk?" At this, Mykha at fully turned and crossed her arms. She wanted to get to her room and get ahold of a mechanic but she legitimately thought Iris needed help.
"What? Er no, I’m fine. Seriously."
"Then why are you bright red, stumbling over yourself and nervous beyond doubt?"
Iris’ eyes went straight to Mykhas abs and she lit up like a light. “What?”
"I can’t believe I stopped for this. Go to your room, seriously."
"W-wait!" Iris reached out before Mykha turned even more impatient.
"My names Iris, what’s yours?"
"I don’t have time for this." She turned and stomped off back into her enraged pace.
"You’re really hot okay!" Iris sank to her knees as her bellow seemingly met deaf ears. She felt like a moron and slowly picked herself up and pieced herself back together before heading to her room. Good going Red, you pissed off the only God you ever met.
She curled up in bed and just recollected herself not willing to se the outside world anymore, and somewhere, Mykha had been conflicted about the compliment she had received. Even if it was awkward.
Lightly extending her hand to grasp Ethan’s, she allow him to pull her up. She wrapped her arms around her waist, self-conscious of the marks but she didn’t want to continue to draw more attention to them by grabbing a jacket.
Nodding her head, she started to follow after him.
As an afterthought she mentioned, “Actually, I don’t really like chocolate milk…”
Ethans eyes never lost sight of her until she turned away. He never saw the bad in people, whether he was ignorant to it or willfully blind was up for argument, but seeing people unhappy crushed him. “No worries! we have a lot more than that! This one just has preferences. Whaddya say? Dooooo you want some coffee? Oh!! Hot cocoa!!” It was obvious he’d go through the entire menu before he ended up walking his friend to a near by book store.