Room 503 - Thursday Evening

[dojima_hime]

Dōjima was feeling a bit better after her chat with Hannibal, even if she did still want to shake a certain poet senseless.

It was not, however, enough to lessen her desire to binge on more junk food as she went over the handouts from today's Thaumaturgy class, and wince slightly at the meanings and uses of liliesWell, no one had ever tried to

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[loverlyviolets]

There was a quick knock at the door, but there would be no one on the other other side should Dōjima answer it. There would be only a huge basket of red roses - six dozen to be exact - and

[dojima_hime]

At the knock Dōjima went over to the doorway, brow creasing in confusion when she looked up and down the hall and saw no one there.

What was there was... roses. Lots of roses. And shiny boxes.

It took her a few attempts to get everything out of the hall and into her room, at which point she sat down on the floor amidst the blooms to read the card.

If she kept giggling and blushing as she read it over and over again, well, that was her business.

[withoutverona]

Romeo waited in his room until he heard footsteps, the opening and closing of Doji's door, and what sounded like they might be happy noises across the hall.

Then he dared leave his room and tap tentatively on her door. "Dojima?"

[dojima_hime]

There was a startled 'eep' from the other side of the door, and some rustling as she proceeded to almost trip over herself and the flowers. "Hai!" she yelled. "Yes! I mean, just a second, ah - it's open!"

[withoutverona]

He let himself in slowly, bashfully. "They got here?"

Brilliant observation, Romeo.

[dojima_hime]

She gave him a wry half-smile and gestured around the room. "Really, aijin? Did you buy the whole store?"

He wasn't forgiven yet, but a girl would have to have a heart of stone not to appreciate this.