[Tris is slinking around at an absolutely ridiculous hour of morning- she's enjoying being able to do so again- and stopping in front of Soma's door. She's got a makeshift bag she's dragging along, and she's stacking things against Soma's door. It's all her leftover plushies. She's piling them as high as the door is tall, with the help of a step-
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Spotting Tris shoving the plushies against a door, he smirks and lights up a cigarette. Damn, his voice couldn't get any more obvious.]
Having fun?
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I'm curious about his reaction. He might think he has a secret admirer somewhere.
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Hell. [She's keeping her voice quiet and using a tone she'd normally reserve for scared or injured animals.]
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h-h-hi.
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Are you okay...?
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