I Think She's Serious

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Another year at Hammel. This time last year, Lucy had expelled a fair amount of her rage by erratically painting her best friend's common room. It was how she met Evony, actually, in a meeting that would likely never be forgotten. Because she sort of inadvertently broke her nose.

This year was to be no exception. The Australian was angry for a variety of reasons, and the only one who had a hope of calming her in the immediate area. Because Penny was in college and college didn't start till fuck knows when. And besides, she knew she wouldn't appreciate mindless vandalism like Sawyer would.

Because theirs was truly a love that would never die.

The paint-clad Aussie had taken to her bright, bright fuchsia wall, stripping last year's colour away in favour of something new. Within the ample space provided, Lucy dropped her hands into a mess of yellow, orange and black to create the remnants of a roaring lion. And as she pulled back, it was already starting to settle and shift about; new paint interacting with her ability as it always did.

Retrieving her phone from her pocket, she took a quick snap and sent the picture off to the new found owner.

[Saw: Happy non-grad, you beautiful fuck]

[Sawyer Lynn]

Sawyer had just finished a remedial class with a Dr. Klein for Physics or something when she received a text on her phone.

She had recently purchased a smart phone, after being hounded by so many people who for some reason wanted to do snaps with her while chatting? Whatever it was, she just bought a damn phone but still kept her old phone because nostalgia.

Which was how she was able to view the picture of a newly decorated room quite clearly on her phone. It had its uses. "Holy fuck." She chuckled before making her way over to her dorm.

"You beautiful motherfucker." She chuckled before running up to the waif and jumping on her, slobbering kisses all over her best friend's face. "Happy non-grad yourself. What are you even doing here though?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Crinkling her nose, Lucy glanced up as the door opened. She really hoped it was Sawyer, and thankfully that much paid off because it well and truly was. She couldn't help some light cringing at the wondrous display of affection. Kisses. Hugs. She supposed it was a fair go since she'd been gone for almost two weeks. And she'd never really made that kind of treck back home before. At least, not for a long time.

"Oh well y'know, when I woke up this morning I thought I'd drop by." Lucy replied, which was rare. She'd been a little on edge about going to Sawyer's dorm ever since things went south with the blue haired one in the nearby dorm. "Cause I love it here."

That was a bold lie. One she was already grinning at. "Thank fuck you didn't graduate. What would you do without me coming in and fucking up your bedroom?"

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Fucking liar." Sawyer smirked at Lucy's bullshit answer. It had been months since Lucy had actually come to the dorm room after...well. She didn't look at it in a negative angle though. She rarely did. It hadn't stopped her from crashing at Lucy's place whenever the tattoed hunk was around.

"I dunno man. Probably fuck it up in the worst way possible. Nail a blue haired cunt up the wall Jesus style probably." Sawyer raised both shoulders with upturned palms and an innocent look on her face.

"You have fun wherever you went?" Sawyer asked, walking into the room and throwing her bag on to the floor and crashing on to the bed, patting her lap to indicate that Lucy could feel free to sit. Not that she expected the other girl to.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy couldn't help but laugh at Sawyer's response. Why she even bothered offering a feigned explanation, she didn't know. If anyone was going to see through the obvious bullshit and call her out on it, it was going to be her. She didn't like this dorm much any more, but she finally reasoned that one blue haired bitch shouldn't be a reason to boycott something entirely.

So there was a lion. As if to say fuck off little blue bird, I'm staying.

"Jesus style? You've got a new set of kinks, love." She replied, watching as she took steps into her room. She briefly glanced down at her paint-stained hands, now dry with a quick shift to their molecular state.

Brushing her hands together briefly, she took necessary steps to follow the voice mimic into her room. "I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, bub. Oz is a bit of a shit hole. Worse than Hammel-type shit hole." Raising a hand, she quickly pressed it to Sawyer's forehead with a little force, giving her a quick shove before settling on the bed beside her. "So nah, not really. Did you stay here the whole time?"

[Sawyer Lynn]

Lucy's deliberate misunderstanding of the term 'nail' had Sawyer laughing. "You can thank your roomie for that." Sawyer grinned, though the mention of her sleeping buddy brought up some weird emotions.

Happily lying on the bed, moving to accommodate Lucy, Sawyer snorted at her friend's question. "Met some people I didn't know existed. There's this guy so good-looking that I just wanted to face palm him, not with my hand mind you, for days. But he's way too quiet for lil ol me." She shook her head, waving off the image of that stupid looking Emrys Waterson.

"Oh but I did rig the sprinkler system to spray out green water. So I have that going for me."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy grinned at the mention of her roommate, but she knew so little of the subject. Sawyer told her so little, and she asked for so little in return. Perhaps that was the issue here. Then, Lucy had to wonder how Sawyer even got to know about Penny in the first place. Had she started that conversation, or did the voice mimic?

Quiet and Sawyer didn't really mix, Lucy figured. But Dani was quiet enough and whatever they had seemed to be alright. Aside from the brief conversation she'd had with Dani, anyway. "Look at you, making new friends and taking names like woah." Lucy replied. But she was hardly going to be jealous of her friend making new friends.

Green water? Lucy raised her eyebrows. "Cheers for the prank invite." The ink manipulator quickly replied with a scoff. Maybe it was her fault. She was away. And when she wasn't, she was a little preoccupied.

"Are you and Dani a thing?" She asked. Might as well dive right in.

[Sawyer Lynn]

"I know! It's sickening. Like the fuck am I playing at letting these plebs think they're worthy of my presence?" She chuckled, waving a dismissive hand.

"Cheers for the Oz invite." She winked back and nudged the tattooed waif's shoulder. She was snuggled up pretty tight in her corner when Lucy's question jarred her.

"Fuck no." She answered immediately, although actually regretting it the moment it came out. She didn't mean it that way though. She wasn't offended by the question. In fact, she'd been thinking about exactly what Dani and her were. Sawyer never had a...thing with anyone before.

A moment of silence after, Sawyer finally voiced out. "What exactly does a 'thing' entail?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Dear mum and dad, I'm bringing the wife home. I'm sure you'll love her." Lucy replied, her grin broadening at the way she'd most definitely explain Sawyer to her parents. Her father would surely love the voice mimic either way. The Serrano Matriarch? Well, she was a different story.

The answer drew Lucy back a little. Honestly, she felt as if she should have asked about Dani sooner. She didn't want to remain so out of touch with the status of her wife's love life much longer.

But the question she received forced her dark eyes to go a little wide. She most definitely didn't know how to handle that. She didn't think she could handle that. Becoming the person a few people came to for advice was a little strange; she wondered how the psychometrist would take that news. "I dunno, why are you asking me?"

Why was anyone asking her?

[Sawyer Lynn]

"Don't tease me like that. Don't be an asshole." Sawyer chuckled at Lucy's joke. She actually did half-expect Lucy to introduce her as her wife. In a joking manner obviously.

When Lucy answered her question with her own question, Sawyer leaned back on the bed and laughed with a shrug. "Why did you ask if me and Dani were a thing then? I don't even know what a thing is." Sawyer scratched her forehead before turning to Lucy with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you and Six Pence a thing?" Sawyer asked, thinking it smart to give the psychometrist that nickname. Penny, Six Pence, what a genius.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

When Sawyer asked why Lucy questioned what was going on with Dani, the ink manipulator furrowed her eyebrows. Evidently she was becoming something of a point of reference for people, and that was hardly a good thing. As far as model relationships went, she and the psychometrist were at the end of the list. They were worse than people with no experience.

But she decided to respond to the latter question as nonchalantly as possible. "Well, yeah. But I reckon we have been since I told you it was more than just banging." She replied. Though really, it was probably before that, but these were such difficult things to define.

"Because a thing is like, a step up from just banging and a step down from calling someone your girlfriend." It would have been the perfect moment to admit to the voice mimic that she was her girlfriend. but she chose not to. "I never asked about you and Dani, and maybe I should have. So now I am."

[Sawyer Lynn]

To say Sawyer thought anything was a point of reference would mean she actually knew what point there was to reference. Which she obviously didn't.

Reminding herself that they did have that serious conversation, Sawyer shrugged and nodded in agreement. Though she was pretty sure both of them could agree on the fact that whatever thing they had, it wasn't something they could actually put a label on.

"Well...yeah I dunno man. Do I like her? Definitely. She hella fine. She's stupid adorbs too. But a thing? Us? I dunno." She shrugged before bringing her palm down on Lucy's thigh. "Though this conversation should not be done sober." Sawyer twisted her body and splayed on top of Lucy's as she reached for the bottle under her bed.

Twisting the cap off, Sawyer took a swig before returning to her post in bed. She then offered the bottle to Lucy. "Harder stuff. Might have to call myself an alcoholic, man."

After a while, she realised she wasn't actually contributing to the conversation and that irked her. That she actually cared. "So uh...when's the wedding?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy nodded along. At least it was evident that her friend felt something for her quirky electrokinetic roommate. She'd seen another girl hanging around lately - quiet, shy, and pretty unmemorable honestly - but she was still around. Looking for Dani. The ink manipulator wasn't sure what she was supposed to do with information like that. So she kept it.

Sobriety was a point about it, though the Australian was never one to turn such a thing down. "Nah, you're just turning a little Oz." She pointed out, taking the bottle from the voice mimic and stealing a definite swig. Accustomed to the burn or not, it still made her nose crinkle.

So did the subject of getting married, joking or no. She decided to roll with the former.

"No one's marrying me." Lucy replied, her eyebrows raising, "You haven't even asked yet. How else am I gonna stay in this country post-grad if Sawyer Lynn doesn't hook me up with a wifed-induced green card?"

[Sawyer Lynn]

If Lucy had mentioned the other girl, Sawyer wouldn't have said anything in response. She was still so damn confused as to how she felt about the electrokinetic so the addition of another would just confused her even more.

Looking up at Lucy with an exaggerated touched expression on her face, Sawyer wiped an imaginary tear when she was given such high praises from the Australian. "Serrano, that is the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." She reached her hands out and wiggled her fingers in the other girl's face.

She chuckled when Lucy purposely flubbed up her question, crinkling her own nose, Sawyer shook her head. "Well damn, woman. I've been waiting on you! You mean I could have been green carding you since before now? Damn."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy couldn't help the grin she wore from Sawyer's response. It dawned on her quickly how much she'd missed her friend in the time she'd been away. For someone who seemed to hate Hammel so openly, Lucy was surprised to realise how much she genuinely missed her life here.

She crinkled her nose a touch when Sawyer waved her fingers in her face. Sporting honeyed words of sarcastic sweet connotations. She was too much. She was awesome.

"Was that how you decided you'd ask me?" Lucy asked her, unable to stop herself from laughing as loudly as she did. "Why else would we still be hanging around the gayest state in this bloody country?" It was a pretty good way to breeze over the concept of their failure.

Lucy passed the bottle back to her. "Still got another year with you."