From: londonloves	Date: February 13th, 2011 07:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Mari almost fell through the door when it (very rudely) disappeared from her grasp and she struggled to balance herself, looking up at Ciaran playfully.

"Is Emilie here?" She laughed and tried to look around him, but it seemed pretty empty. Satisfied, the frowned and poked his chest.

"Where were you tonight, dickwad?"

	From: cantspell	Date: February 13th, 2011 08:23 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Why would Emilie be here?" he half-yawned, scrubbing a hand through his hair.

Ciaran frowned when one of Mari's fingers jabbed him in the chest. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't a pleasant sensation, especially since he hadn't woken up properly yet.

"I was here. Why, where was I meant to be?"

	From: londonloves	Date: February 13th, 2011 08:27 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Because it's her birthday soon" Mari answered vaguely, trying to shake glitter off of her arms and only succeeding in bringing up a glitter cloud that settled over the both of them.

"Um, hello? There happened to be a dance tonight and stuff. Can I come in?"

	From: cantspell	Date: February 13th, 2011 09:11 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Oh right. When's her birthday?"

Ciaran took a step back from the glitter cloud as Marianne made a shimmery little blast zone of the stuff all over the carpet in the hallway...and a little into his room as well.

He sighed and held his door open so that she could come in. "Oh, that. Why would I go to that?"

	From: londonloves	Date: February 13th, 2011 09:17 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Mari smirked. The least fitting day for Emilie to be born on, of course. "Valentine's Day" she said, scooting past him and into his room. A quick pull back of the bed covers on the other side of the room informed her that his roomie wasn't around either.

Exhasperated, she sighed and unsteadily began trying to take off her shoes, or death traps as she fancied they were. "Because dances are the best, silly. This one had a lesbian break up." She looked up to see if he was impressed.

"Lesbian. Break up." She reiterated, as if that was awesome.

	From: cantspell	Date: February 13th, 2011 09:38 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"..." Really? Ciaran mirrored Marianne's smirk and shook his head, closing the door behind them. "Bet she loves that," he said, shuffling back into his room towards his bed.

He sank back down onto the mattress, resting his head on the pillow. That was so comfy. Ciaran shut his eyes for the briefest of moments as Mari took her shoes, dropping them on the floor in two loud thuds.

Ciaran opened his eyes again. "Why was there a lesbian break up?" he yawned. No, really, he was interested.

	From: londonloves	Date: February 13th, 2011 09:44 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Free of her shoes, she kicked them to the side and sat on the spare bed, leaving a fine dust of glitter as she flopped down. She shrugged, the details were hazy.

"Fucked if I know" she said helpfully, deciding that sitting was much too boring and walking over to Ciaran's desk.

"Lesbians are emotional or something, right? Their periods are probably synced up" she joked, picking up a magazne and flicking through it uninterestedly. "I didn't know Sonnier's could scream like that, fucking nerds."

	From: cantspell	Date: February 14th, 2011 09:14 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Ciaran lifted his head off the pillow. "Their periods are synched up?" he echoed, giving Mari a look that any sane person would give her at this point. Surely there had to be more to this random lesbian fight than that.

"Screaming? You're...not selling me on this party, Mari." He turned onto his side to get comfortable, keeping one eye on what she was nosing through. "...Is that my sketchbook?"

	From: londonloves	Date: February 14th, 2011 09:26 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Duh" she replied as if it was obvious. "Girls in close quarters all period at the same time. It's like, logical."

She looked back at him and showed him that it was just a magazine, but a smile spread across her face. "You have a sketchbook? Do you have a book of poems too?" She laughed and began looking on the desk.

"Where is it?"

	From: cantspell	Date: February 14th, 2011 09:57 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I know that, I just...nevermind." It wasn't worth correcting her. He didn't need to talk about blood that seeped out of places it really had no night seeping out of.

"It's for art class," he grumbled. "I don't write anything, I just draw."

Like that ginger girl who liked to read a lot...or that scared blonde chick from all of his classes...or Emilie...lots of Emilie...mostly naked Emilie...and like Molly...

Ciaran sat up and tried to remember where he'd put it down when he came back to his room.

"Uh...I think I left it in class..."

	From: londonloves	Date: February 14th, 2011 10:03 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Liar" she challenged him, opening a few drawers and only finding socks (that would be covered in sparkles the next time they were worn).

"You know, people are going to really think you are a serial killer if you don't show up to social functions. What did you even like, do tonight?" Upon opening one drawer she looked back at him gleefully.

"Is this hairspray?"

	From: cantspell	Date: February 14th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"I'm lying because Eastman nagged me to do some portrait work and I left it with her so that she could see what I'd done?" he shook his head and sighed. Why was he still lying down? Clearly sleep was not going to happen tonight, at least not until Marianne found someone else to bother/cover in glitter.

"Then I guess people are gonna think I'm a serial killer. I don't go to dances and shit. Not here."

Ciaran dragged himself out of bed and moved over to his desk, taking the can of hairspray from Marianne's hand. He'd been looking for that...

"Are you always this nosy?"

	From: londonloves	Date: February 14th, 2011 10:19 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"Yes. Are you always this grumpy? Shit, it's like, the weekend and you're in bed. Alone."

She was still grinning at the hairspray and rooted around in the same drawer for anything else interesting. She was expecting to find a chapstick or something.

	From: cantspell	Date: February 14th, 2011 10:35 pm (UTC)		(Link)

He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not alone now."

Ciaran went to put his hairspray away as Mari continued to rifle through his things. What was she expecting to find in there anyway?

"Besides, don't you spend every weekend in bed alone?"

	From: londonloves	Date: February 14th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC)		(Link)

She looked up at him. "You're not in bed either."

She walked over to his bedside table and opened the drawer there and peered in. "I don't usually go to bed" she admitted, grinning. There was a dog-eared photo resting under some stuff and she pulled it out, eyes growing wide. She recognised that girl from Facebook stalking.

"Holy crap, that's interesting" she laughed, turning away from Ciaran so he couldn't see what she was looking at.