✿   [*—  as soon as she heard the voice, she nearly dropped the bag of food. she had half expected it to be andy or luke to answer the door, at most casper or even dye. but not once had devon being the one to answer it cross her mind. yet, here he was looking like he was about to go into shock. thought her face was threatening to turn the same shade as her hair. but, thinking quick on her toes, she managed to hopefully turn the subject into something that wouldn’t be quite so obvious.] Yes, Crush. Like the turtle from Nemo. You act like him sometimes, I think it’s funny. Definitely not a bad thing.  [*—  that was probably the quickest lie she’d ever told in her life, but she hoped that it would get her off the hook for even a little bit. shifting on her feet, she tilted her head, looking up at the male with a raised eyebrow.] So…can I come in or should I take this back to my dorm? Because, I know the girls and I could devour it all on our own.
(` a turtle, of course. yeah, he had just misheard her in his groggy state. it made more sense then what he originally though-- there'd be no way she'd be interested in him like that. the thought kind of deflating whatever hopeful bubble had formed and his features sagged back into the tired state they'd been in. ) Right. Yeah, come in-- uh, I'm probably contagious, though, just a heads up. (` he sniffed and stepped to the side, wishing he'd known she was coming so he couldn't tried to appear decent. ) The guys are in here somewhere... (` he trailed off a bit, lips pinching together-- figuring she was probably here for one of them anyway. with a light groan, he brushed back his hair and shuffled over to the sofa once more, plopping down and sinking into the cushions. ) Smells good.
