A quick nod from Emmeline affirms Aliceâs question. She shuts her book (making sure to carefully slide her bookmark between pages) and slides up the wall sheâs been sitting against. With another look at Alice and a bite of her lip, she pushes a few buttons to enter into her room, leaving the door open and making a motion for Alice to stay out in the hallway while she deals with the chaos that is her room. Quiet as a mouse, Emmeline opens her drawers and pulls out a pair of pants that look the shortest on her. She sneaks out of the room as quickly as she tip-toed in, and hands the pants over to Alice. âI can, ehm, hold theâŠsheet, if you like,â she offers hesitantly, picking up her heavy book and mulling it over in her hands.Â
She begins to follow in after Emmeline, but the brief gesture stops her and, hearing another set of doors open and close down the corridor, causes her to momentarily glitch. One barefoot hooks behind an Achilles heel, trailing up the lean muscle of a calf as she rests her weight against the wall beside the doorway, grinning crookedly at two passing sophomores, as if she isnât standing in the hallway clad in her bed sheets - or rather, inclining that she is whilst also suggesting that such state of attire is presentable to this atmosphere. Depending on what day of the week it is and which dorm the party is being held, it is. âHm?â Her eyes rediscover the blonde, blinking once before the words sink in.  âOh! Um... Would you mind it terribly? It would seem the inhabitants of this building travel in droves. Once a few begin to file out, they all begin to file out...â











