Who: Daisy and Ophiuchus What: Who knows? Where: Halls to start When: Tuesday night Rated: TBD
Surprisingly, it was not past curfew. There was a first for everything, right? At least for Daisy, though, many of her firsts occurred years ago. Still. That didn't mean she couldn't have more. And this was one of those times.
She walked the halls clad in a nightgown, slippers and Caradoc Dearborn's sweater, book in hand, and her tongue sticking past her lips in concentration. She was very much a zombie in the way she walked (ever appropriate for her current book title 'You're dead and its hot'), slow and corpse-like. If she wasn't breathing with colors in her cheeks, passerby might've thought her dead.
But she was alive enough to focus on turning the page just as she turned a corner. It wasn't a good combination of actions; actually, it was probably a little more dangerous than she anticipated because within seconds, she collided with another. Thrown backward onto her backside, she sat sprawled across the floor unladylike.
"Well, bollocks. I'm sorry," she said, getting to her feet and rubbing her bum.
Wilkes: Wilkes was about to let loose a vicious stream of curse words, directed at the stupid sod that wasn't looking where he was going, but he bit his tongue when that sod turned out to be female. When he identified that particular female, a smirk spread across his face, which grew even wider when he saw how much (or how little) she was wearing.
"It's quite alright," Wilkes said pleasantly. "Although you really should watch where you're going, Daisy. Is today's novel really that riveting?"
Daisy: Daisy flipped the book around for him to see the cover.
"'You're Dead and it's Hot'? What do you think? Of course its riveting. Though, alot of people are putting me down for it. I swear, if half the people in this world were judged by what they read, no one would be friends with anyone!" She frowned and pocketed the book in the sweaters oversized pockets. They were like purses with the amount of things they could hold.
"Its not past curfew yet. What are you doing out?" She leaned her back against the wall for support.
Wilkes: You're Dead and It's Hot? He vaguely recalled Evan reading a book with a similarly odd title and wondered if it had been recommended him by Daisy.
"Ah, the narrow-minded," Wilkes said, clicking his tongue sympathetically. Honestly, it didn't seem like a plot Wilkes would like, and he was hardly vanilla, himself.
He laughed. "What, a bloke's not allowed to innocently and legitimately wander the hallways? It does happen, from time to time."
Daisy: Daisy let out a light laugh, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You're right. I suppose you're allowed to be out innocently. Where were you headed?" Daisy herself had no agenda. She was merely walking around to avoid the lecherous glares from Charity in their dorms. Apparently, Daisy represented the epitomy of evil. At least, according to the annoying, prudish blonde.
Wilkes: He shrugged. "Just out for a walk. I was heading back to the dorm, before I was stopped in my tracks by a rather attractive bookworm," he said with a wink, reaching up to take a lock of hair in his fingers and moving it away from her face.
Daisy: Daisy knew when she was being hit on. She was a smart girl, in some senses, and because she was usually the one doing the hitting, she recognized the signs fairly quickly. She moved her head to the side to brush her skin against his fingers.