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welcome aboard, freesia choi, student #43. we are excited to set sail with you !  has anyone told you that you look like han so hee? according to our records, you hail from seoul, south korea prefer she her, are cis-female, and are here to study art, major in sculpture. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your money— we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + compassionate, + reserved, but also - sensitive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the student gallery. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a clay pottery set brought from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

“Oh no, not that! I meant that you’re super responsible and smart to not skip a class in your life. I’m sure you do though. I wouldn’t know because I’ve never seen you skipped.” Covering her face with her palm, immediately sitting up after what she said might’ve offended the other. “Don’t worry, I’m up now.” A huge yawn escapes her lips with a little stretch of her arms. “Hm, I think it make sense that it matters. You’ve got the edge when you’ve finally reached law proper. Also, you wouldn’t have a hard time at it since you’ve already took classes that are aligned with it.”

“Not that I would make you stop though. Everyone has their own dark side. And, I just wanna see you happy with a nice hunk you dragged from somewhere. Actually, scratch that! I’m manifesting you’ll find a man that will commit to every part of you, and not run off to the hills or somewhere else.”  Either she believed the rumours that circulated all about her or not, she knew Cecilya still had some good in her no matter how she’s done all these things, thinking that she’s in a state of living her best life. “Something like that...” Shrugging with a smile spread across her features, “Uhhh... Hm... I wouldn’t see it as a secret, but there is someone... And that’s all you’re going to get from me.”

“Really? It’s probably because I’m the most wholesome person you’ve ever met and I keep it just as platonic as we are, so I got that covered whenever you are in dire need. Not unless you’ve got yourself someone super special that could replace me, because that’ll eventually make me sad.” She matched her smile as she put a few strands away from their face, behind their ear. “Three in the morning? What could possibly happen at 3 in the morning for you? Although, I don’t think I have a choice if you did. Also, I think you put yourself down too much. There’s nothing wrong with liking someone. In fact, I would actually cheer you on for that.”

FREESH.C: i thought i’d see you there... FREESH.C: i’m serious. u did missed A LOT. FREESH.C: we could’ve took pics together. :(

“Hm... I’m not even sure either. I usually just get an iced americano.... But are you willing to go out of your comfort zone and try something new though?” Giving him a look, showing him the menu. “It’s either a simple one with a weird name or the complicated looking one with a simple name. Take your pick?”

“Well, I’ve lived away from my mother’s grip, so I got to experience the darker side of things.” Shrugged as she brought the joint to her lips, lighter igniting the shorter end of the stick. She sat back with her elbows against the floor deck and a good puff before looking at her. “As would I, and don’t worry about it. No one’s going to know.”

“I totally disagree. It’s actually quite nice. Vinyl really has it’s charm, yeah.” Her own slender fingers plucked through his vinyl collection, looking at labels of every artist she had come across. When he pulled out his favourite album, a perplexed expression passed across her own features, trying to rack her brain for the said artist. “You might not believe me, but I’ve never heard of Jeff Buckley.” She started off as she gently unwrapped the album, scanned through the contents before she laid it down on his record player, needle on rim. The whole atmosphere began to embrace the rock music as his speakers blasted out the first song on the list. She tried to listen with a nod towards him, whilst she sauntered around his apartment for more interesting things to do. “Again, very Silva. Very cool. Would you not believe me if I said I’d been dreaming of an apartment exactly like this and live the rest of my life here in New York?”

They had been on a roll of fun lately; exploring his hometown with tourist-y spots they’ve gone through, ate the best new york bagels she’s ever had, whilst hopping onto roofs to another until they ended up on his apartment. “It’s just as expected from Silva.” Looking around, the first thing that caught her eye was his music record collection. “Ooh. Interesting mix you got here. What’s your fave?” @ofsilvas​

“Hey C?” She never thought she’d find her friend at the deck at this hour, thinking she needed a friend as urgent as now. Bringing out her compact out that hid her special joints, in the mood for toking. “Do you? It’s a different kind... Y-You don't have to, if you don't.” @cecilyaxo​

FREESH.C: of course that’s your excuse. i’m not even surprised. FREESH.C: you missed a lot though. 

“Okay. You know what’s funny? I’m never good at posing as a sketch model, but I could think of a different way to help pose a person as my model, that is if I’m behind my sketchbook.” She started off, trying not to move as she began scribbling. 

“I figured you’d never skipped a class in your life... But alright. Just give me 5 more minutes and I’ll surely get up.” She yawned as she looked at her sitting on her bed, a tired smiled passed across her features. “What are our classes again?”

Freesia joined in on him as she lied down with her head in the opposite direction to his; top of her head against his own. It had been awhile since they last met up, way too long since the last time was back in New York when she happened to be visiting. With the stars spread out, twinkling against the dark, night skies, she sighs before responding. “Well, I’ve almost finished my project, so I’m taking a break right now. Called a few people from back home, and they seem to be silly than usual. Hmm... What else? Ooh! Did I mentioned I met my step-brother onboard? We practically carved a pumpkin together. I’m happy we got along surprisingly good.” A smile spread over her features as she moved to face him. “How about Mr. Silva of the West?”

“Obviously you’re brilliant too, I’m not saying you aren’t. You’re practically likeable, so whomever runs at a different direction than you doesn’t deserve you at all.” She countered, truth dripping in her voice as she emphasized every word said before her. Even how unlikely close they were, she was honestly at awe at how their friendship progressed, thus deemed her friend as the socially likeable person to her. “Well, if the vibe meets, it’s either they are a pass or a fail to me. Even how they bragged about how good they are in sex. It would still be interesting if they have a little substance to them.” Tilting her head with a shrug as she explained, felt Cecilya’s finger fiddling on her raven locks. “Not really specifically looking for the one. It’s just that it has been awhile since I’ve been in a relationship, I don’t know if I’m ready enough for that.”