[log] come on out!

[smallwife]

Who: Helen and Seamus
What: She's gonna make you more social, kid.
When: About a week after the start of the spring semester, on a Saturday morning
Where: Outside room C2-2, Seamus' room. For now, at least.

She was pretty convinced that Seamus had just never left his room, at one point. She never saw him at parties, or staying for extracurriculars, or doing much of anything social, for that matter.
Helen aimed to fix that.

She figured, with the right push, Seamus would be more involved with the school's social atmosphere, and feel better about being a student at Dice North.
If it took a not-date to get the kid to be more social, so be it.

Helen was outside the dorm room, donned in a cute sundress and wearing her hair down. She brought with her a full carrot cake, which she had slaved over last night, in hopes it would coax Seamus out of his room.
She stood up straight, and gave the door a brisk knock.

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[wythe_knife]

Seamus slammed the door shut.

Only a moment later he reappeared, dressed in an oversized hoodie that seemed to swallow him and a pair of dark blue jeans.

"So where are you draggin' me to, anyways?"

[smallwife]

"There's a nice courtyard area not too far from here, a bit closer to town! It's short to walk to, and it's got a really nice view. I was thinking we could go there!"

Her smile is genuine. She looks so excited for this.

[wythe_knife]

That sounded suspiciously like much more exercise than Seamus ever wanted to do, let alone on a Saturday morning. But she seemed like she might explode if he didn't come with her, so he kept his mouth shut and stepped out.

"Lead on then," he said, closing the door behind himself.

This cake better be worth it.

[smallwife]

She bounced excitedly on her heels before starting her way down the hall, trying her hardest to match Seamus' pace. She was patiently quiet, in case Seamus wanted to start any conversation first, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen quite yet.
No matter! There was still time to grow, after all.

"So what kind of stuff do you do outside of school, Seamus?" She asked, eagerly glancing over to him.

[wythe_knife]

Awesome. Now there was small talk. What a wonderful way to spend a saturday morning.

"Not too much really. You know, just the usual stuff," he responded, a shrug accompanying the all too vague answer.

It wasn't exactly a lie, but what was he supposed to say? That he spent most of his time practicing pickpocketing, using his five finger discount, or figuring out the best way to scam his new classmates?

Yeah. That would go over perfectly.