[ It had been a long time since Allie had done anything without agonizing over what could go wrong first. She didn't trust people, not because she was paranoid by nature but because her life leading up to Beacon had taught her she couldn't. There's no hesitation when she sees the room number on her device, however, Allie not even bothering to run her fingers through her long wavy hair in an attempt to look presentable. She simply acts, and it's only when she's standing outside his room that she begins to second guess herself.
Notably however, it's not Peter that has her shifting uncertainly at his door. It's the silence that immediately answers that knock. The movement she thinks she might hear in the room beyond but the lack of door opening has her thinking she may have crossed some invisible line. Especially in a place where things get weird before you have a chance to establish sense of normalcy.
Her weight shifts as she rocks from her heels to the balls of her feet. Allie glancing up the hallway then allowing her gaze to flit to her device. A grimace beginning to form and just as she's about to disappear back to her room? The door opens and a vaguely familiar face is staring at her.
Pulling in a steady breath, Allie opens her mouth to speak. The words stalling on her tongue as it sticks to the rood of her mouth. ]
After. [ The lines of anxiety that twisted her features smooth at as she exhales. The bare hint of a smile playing across her lips as she forces the tension out of her shoulders. ] If you add the milk first then the tea doesn't have a chance to steep.
[ That would be a yes. ]
I'm... in 206. So. [ Just in case you think she's a stalker now, Peter? She's not. Really. She swears. ]
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Notably however, it's not Peter that has her shifting uncertainly at his door. It's the silence that immediately answers that knock. The movement she thinks she might hear in the room beyond but the lack of door opening has her thinking she may have crossed some invisible line. Especially in a place where things get weird before you have a chance to establish sense of normalcy.
Her weight shifts as she rocks from her heels to the balls of her feet. Allie glancing up the hallway then allowing her gaze to flit to her device. A grimace beginning to form and just as she's about to disappear back to her room? The door opens and a vaguely familiar face is staring at her.
Pulling in a steady breath, Allie opens her mouth to speak. The words stalling on her tongue as it sticks to the rood of her mouth. ]
After. [ The lines of anxiety that twisted her features smooth at as she exhales. The bare hint of a smile playing across her lips as she forces the tension out of her shoulders. ] If you add the milk first then the tea doesn't have a chance to steep.
[ That would be a yes. ]
I'm... in 206. So. [ Just in case you think she's a stalker now, Peter? She's not. Really. She swears. ]