— across the room.
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a quick walk to the soda machine takes place before he glances up by chance and meets eyes with the girl across the room. of course he knew who she was, as he had caught her staring at him multiple times, though he knew it wasn’t an exclusive thing just for him. the extent of her powers, he didn’t have a grasp on, though he still leans against the machine and raises his brow with the slightest curve on his lips. “seeing something you like?” he thinks, though if he’s right about how she’s staring at him, she’d be able to hear it.
Romi has a preference for finding isolated locations, where the thoughts of people's minds are't so loud, so overlapping and ever-present. It was hard to escape them entirely, but finding the less populated pockets of the building to wile her time away was far more preferential than the cafeteria. The forest is ideal, but not always a feasible location to go wandering off in. Still, she is not exempt from the need to eat, even if she does have a tendency to do so at off hours.
She's found an empty table, earbuds in and music ringing loud through her skull (despite the constant tisks of those who tell her that if she keeps it up, she'll go deaf one day. They clearly have no idea what hell sounds like). Thoughts slip in past the blaring instrumentals and screamed out lyrics anyway, her gaze settling bored on a figure across the room, an arcana, but one she doesn't know well.
He has a brow raising at the targeted thought though, eyes dragging down, and then up again to settle on his face in a rather pointed fashion. Not really, do a trick and maybe I'll change my mind. Romi projects back, sarcasm interjected and easy enough to pick up on. It's not far from the truth though, Romi is entirely fed up with boys and their stray thoughts, especially when she lets them get too close. There’s always something off-putting to learn when you get too close to someone, idle thoughts, less-than-kind thoughts that even the nicest of people have a tendency to think. Everyone has a devil living inside of them, some are just better at keeping it muted than others.














