[/ there's the faintest smirk on her lips, because lee byunghun is literally the nerdiest person she's ever met; all this talk about nuclear spills and giant lizards that feed on radioactive substances seems farther away than ever ( especially with him explaining it ), but it doesn't bother her like it usually would -- explanations were still new when it came to byunghun. she still hadn't received a solid answer as to why he'd saved her life in the first place, but wandering on the subject too long always brought a bought of guilt with it. she was trying to avoid misery with the resident dork's appearance -- not convene it. ] ... ugh. [/ she tosses her phone onto her pillow, pale fingers carding through the thick locks clinging to the warm skin of her neck. a few seconds of silence, and she picks herself up, remembering the boy who believed he was a ghost's soft words during late walks around campus. she gives a little more thought into advancing carefully because of this, ignoring the fact that she was beyond healed after nearly three months of the incident's occurrence -- the scarring still stung from time to time if she stretched the wrong way, but nothing dara couldn't handle on her own. ] ... [/ her kitchen is lacking and the pantry is quiet honestly pathetic ( she makes a mental note to go shopping soon -- dying of starvation isn't tempting in the slighest ), so there's no real room for debate; the bag of chips in the greatest condition is plucked from the shelves, and a diet coke from the fridge is snatched as well. oh ... the mutant has no fucking clue what byunghun likes, so the water bottle is more or less a strained afterthought before she pads back to her room and closes the door halfheartedly. she drops her haul onto the comforter, following suit with a small thud. ] yah. [/ the blonde calls, catching the boy's scent well before he'd entered her dorm. ] are you suggesting i put on makeup for this? what is this, a date? [/ of course not, but it's fun to tease someone with an extensive vocabulary like byunghun's. the smaller of the pair awaits his reply eagerly, all the while leveling her gaze toward the source of his voice. ] i've never been more prepared in my life. in fact, i'm feeling so strongly about the daikaiju menace issue that i'm drinking. a soda. crazy, isn't it? [/ tiers stretch into a wide set grin yet again, humming an affirmative before rolling off the side of her mattress in order to greet the other student properly. ] wow, [/ it takes a second for her to process the large cat heads adorning his pants and how serious watching giant beasts piss each other off is becoming to the two of them, but a short laugh diminishes the silence. ] impressive. wearing cat pjs to an anti-feline dwelling -- ... cute? [/ she slings an arm around his shoulders in a hug meager to those she usually gives out, knowing that they're technically strangers even if his hands were coated in her blood not long before this -- in time, they'll lose the stiffness in their limbs and the nightmares at nightfall. it's nice to see him like this, she thinks. not scared out of his mind and distraught with fear. ] god, you reek of anxiety -- ... is it because you've never been in here, before? i mean ... you know what they say about entering a wolf's cave. [/ she pushes his shoulder playfully, a mischievous simper accompanying the sound of bedsprings huffing beneath her weight. ] ... i don't have a roommate anymore, so we don't have to worry about being too loud. [/ sitting there and not cheering for godzilla is shameful, and simply cannot be done. ]