Our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be...

[a_digital_witch]

CHARACTERS: Marisa Kirisame, Patchouli Knowledge and Corinne Knowledge
LOCATION/SETTING: East Quad, Room 405
DATE & TIME: Morning, Sunday 11/13
WARNINGS: sleeping girls, a same-sex relationship and angst
SUMMARY: Corinne discovers her older sister's relationship.

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[littlestdevil]

[The lack of response to the knocking strikes Corinne as just a little odd. In case it just wasn't heard, she tries again, only slightly louder than before.]

Patchouli? Êtes-vous éveillé?

[verrouillefille]

-Patchouli blinked a bit. And again. And again. And then she gasped. And was out of bed fairly quickly.-

Que devez-vous? -Maybe they could talk through the door...

[a_digital_witch]

[The sudden loss of Patchouli's body heat caused Marisa to grumble in her sleep and vaguely paw at the empty spot she'd been in before settling back down, messy blonde curls everywhere.]

[skip Marisa for a bit]

[littlestdevil]

Je me demandais si vous vouliez venir avec moi pour le petit déjeuner. Il a été pendant quelque temps puisque nous avions l'occasion.

[verrouillefille]

Euh ... hum ... N-non. Je me sens un peu malade. Peut-être une autre fois?

-Or at least until she can find a way to hide Marisa.-

[a_digital_witch]

[That was enough talking to semi-stir Marisa.]

Ne, Patchan? [She mutters a few things in Japanese before remembering to use English.] Come back t'bed. 's'cold...

[Then she pulled the covers up over her shoulder and snuggling down into the warmth. She promptly started snoring again.]

[littlestdevil]

[Huh? Was that another voice she heard through the door just now? It sounded a bit like...]

Est-ce quelqu'un d'autre là avec vous?

[verrouillefille]

No! -Panic mode. She turned to Marisa and began to frantically motion for her to hide.- Le bruit venait de mon ordinateur!

[a_digital_witch]

[Sorry, Patchouli, but Marisa is facing the wall, where her girlfriend SHOULD be, and not even looking at the door. The gentle rise and fall of the covers give off the impression she might have fallen back asleep.]

[littlestdevil]

[What would have been a believable response was instead made a little suspicious by that tone.]

Oh. En tout cas, j'ai aussi été dit de vous donner une copie de mon horaire, à tout le moins je vais donc livrer ce pour vous maintenant, et puis je vais être sur mon chemin.

[Oh god she's going to open the door.]

[verrouillefille]

-OH GOD OH GOD THINK.... Marisa will now find herself covered in as many blankets as possible, trying to make it look like a lump of linen rather than a person as Patchy sits herself on the bed.-

[a_digital_witch]

[Marisa doesn't move much once she's covered. Will this work, even with Marisa's stuff laying on the floor, including a uniform skirt far, far shorter than what Patchouli wears?

WE SHALL SEE.]

I wonder how many people are using Google Translate to follow this post. ^^a

[littlestdevil]

[The door opens, though a bit slower than would be considered normal. Like she said, Corinne comes in with a sheet of paper in hand and proceeds to place it on the desk. A brief look at it will show that yes, it is in fact a copy of her class schedule.]

Ils ont dit qu'il y avait de mieux pour vous d'être conscient de là où je suis à tout instant. [She glances down to the desk where she laid the paper.] Honnêtement, au moins une partie de ces précautions se sentent inu--

E-eh? [Patchouli, your sister has caught a glimpse of something on the floor. Wat do.]

[verrouillefille]

What? -STAT COOL.- It's obviously not mine. My former roommate left some behind. I was gathering laundry and found it.

[a_digital_witch]

[...it was hot. Too hot. Marisa stirred and pawed lethargically at the covers. She didn't like having her head covered. Made her feel kinda trapped, but thankfully she managed to get a small bit (on the side facing the wall, not Corinne) moved so cooler air hit her face. And she settled again.]

[littlestdevil]

O-oh. But what about that? [She points to something else sitting there with it, presently oblivious to the small movements on the bed.]