Fri Mar 31, 2017 23:08

Marissa didn't just offer to hang out, no - she offered to invite him along when we all hang out. He would've been happy simply with her promise to have him join her to practice dancing. But this, this was Marissa welcoming him into her own friend group. That hadn't happened to him often. Er, ever? Russell had managed the odd friendship, however any actual group he had gotten involved with had seemed to happen by coincidence or accident or both. Even the boys at the skate park were an example of this - he'd hung out skating on his own before one of them came over and started giving him tips. And still, only a couple of them he would really consider himself to be friends with.

To have made it this far into the term at RMI without any significant interpersonal connections wasn't particularly unusual for Russell, and it hadn't bothered him. And yet the realization that he and Marissa were getting along well enough that she wanted to pull him into her group made him feel... maybe cozy was the right word. Kind of warm inside, and he suspected he was blushing again too, but also kind of jittery, like he could dance more.

He nodded with a little relief when she pushed her cup away. He had heard Stories about what could happen when people drank too much, and it didn't sound like much fun, although admittedly he had never been around it before (well, his parents had wine at dinner almost every night, but he didn't think that counted) so probably he couldn't really judge, although still it was probably better for her to play it safe. "Oh, right," he remarked vaguely in response to her comment about having to clean up afterwards. Cleaning hadn't exactly been at the front of his mind when he thought about party planning, but it made sense that she would have to take charge of that as well.

Russell's response to her next sentence was far more adamant. "No, thank you," he said sincerely. "This was great. A lot better than I expected. And um, of course, we'll have to do it again soon," he agreed, cheeks warming further. Gosh, he couldn't remember blushing this much before. Was that also because of the drinks? Resettling his sunglasses down on his nose, he picked up both of their cups (hers still with a bit of liquid at the bottom, his empty) and gave her an awkward head-bob in farewell as he stood up.

His exit from the party area was thankfully short. Having spotted a garbage bag against one of the tunnel entrances, he skirted the dance floor and headed straight for the tunnel, barely needing to slow his pace to dump out their cups. Then once again, he was back in the dark. Unlike most students, who probably needed to light their wands to make it through the tunnels, Russell's hyper-sensitivity meant that his eyes needed only the tiniest light to have a clear view - and there was indeed only a tiny amount of light in here. Muscles that had previously been tensed reversed their movement, his body and face relaxing, and he loped off in the direction of Cetus House with his arms swinging casually.

  • Organic! - Marissa, Fri Mar 31 21:37
    It was really sweet how happy Russell was now. Marissa couldn’t think of a time where she’d seen the fourth year smile so genuinely. He was a really nice kid. A little odd, but everyone at Rocky... more
    • Mechanic! - Russell, Fri Mar 31 23:08
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