[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.

Comments

Too Early

[wythe_knife]

Seamus groaned and rolled over in his bed. The alarm clock blinked out the numbers 10:05, which he could just make out as the sleep cleared from his eyes.

Who the hell was trying to wake him up at 10 in the morning on a damn saturday?

He glanced over at Nero's empty bed. Neatly made, that kid would have gotten up and headed out hours ago for some club or some study group or some...whatever the hell he did.

Seamus stumbled out of bed, stretched a bit, then shuffled towards the door.
"Nero, I swear to god if that's you and you woke me up for some dumb reason I'm gonna-"
The words fell silent in his mouth as he opened the door and saw Helen standing there.

good morning starshine

[smallwife]

Helen smiled widely, bouncing on her feet a bit.

"Good morning," she chirruped, "Did I just wake you up? Sorry about that. I was hoping we could spend the morning together, now that the weather's nicer!"

Literal Hell

[wythe_knife]

Seamus was not a very religious person. He had heard the stories, went to church, he even occasionally prayed, just to see if he could get something out of it. He wasn't entirely sure he believed the whole thing, all that nonsense about a glorious heaven and a fiery hell.

But on a Saturday morning, the bouncing ball of sunshine personified knocking at his door made it seem quite a lot like he was already trapped in the dark pits of the underworld.

"Yeah, you did actually. Why would you want to go outsi- is that for me?" Seamus abruptly changed his train of thought as his eyes passed over the carrot cake in her hands.

at least there's cake

[smallwife]

"Y-Yeah! It is!" She held it up a bit higher. "But...not if you stay in your dorm all day, ok? You have to join me before I'll let you have any!"

She's got him, though. She's totally got him. The cake really did the trick. Good job, Helen. She made a mental note to keep the recipe, or to get more ingredients. If she was going to make this kid come out more, more baked goods would be necessary.

Grumble Grumble

[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.