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“You’re stuck in a room with me, what else would you expect?” Rose smirked at her own comment before leaning her head back against the wall behind her. She actually didn’t mind having these few moments away from the chaos that her life had become, all lurking outside these closet doors. “What? Just talking to me isn’t good enough for you? I don’t know. You have any bright ideas?”

“You do have a point,” Ignacio nodded, looking down for a minute with a smirk on his face. He laughed, a bit louder this time. “Of course talking to you is delightful, but there’s gotta be some sort of mischief we could get up to.”

“It would’ve gone totally smoothly if you’d just picked the right room.” The girl’s eyes rolled playfully as they contiued to jokingly bicker. This was nice. It reminded her of conversations she used to have with Jake. As they sat on the ground she dug her nail into the rip on her jeans, tearing apart the seams. “I bet she’ll have given up in the next ten minutes. If she can’t find us she doesn’t have anyone to blame, right?”

“Are we just going to throw the blame this whole time we’re stuck in here?” Ignacio laughed, glad to be joking around with Rose. He hadn’t ever been sure what this sort of friendship was like -- he had never really gotten close to anyone, so maybe being stuck in this closet would be good for him in a way. “Right, very right. So... What’re we doing to pass the time?”

“Me? Don’t blame me! It’s not my fault. You’re the one who picked the wrong room.” The girl used her hand to gently shove against his chest, shaking her head along with him. She kept her laughter quiet while they played their finger pointing game. “I guess, that’s about our best bet for the time being.” Rose exhaled as she started to moved a few mob buckets and things to block the entryway. “And now… We wait.”

“You’re the one who decided to play a prank in the first place!” He said, laughing again, pressing a finger softly against her chest. “Okay -- let’s get to it then.” He finished moving everything around with her, then slumped to the ground. “Yeah--.. now we wait. But for how long?”

Things hadn’t been going well with Jake. She felt completely separated from him. Her secrets made the distance so much farther. Now she’d become unsure if she was pushing him away or it was now the other way around. That’s how she had gotten herself into this mess, she tried to live for a moment and forget now she was in a closet hiding from a professor. “I mean, that was just stupid. Why did we do that? How did I let you talk me into that?” She nearly laughed before the door cracked causing her eyes to widen, her hand moving to the door to help keep it shut. “You have any better ideas? I’d rather not be stuck in here with no plan.”

“I didn’t talk you into this, Rose -- you did it and I tagged along, thinking it would be a laugh!” He smiled, shaking his head with a soft laugh. “We could jam the door with something and sit in the back of the closet -- I mean, this isn’t the roomiest spot but it’ll be big enough to hide in, comfortably.” He shrugged, then became to move objects around placing things against the door as to stop people turning the knob.

The girl looked back at him with a firm look plastered to her features. “Shh, quiet.” Rose listened for a moment to see if she still heard the woman’s voice. She usually wasn’t one for trouble but this school seemed a little dull. For the most part she didn’t mind yet a little excitement never hurt anyone, or so she thought. “Yeah, that was totally a professor, pretty sure she’s on the school board… So you know we might want to not get totally caught for that.” 

Ignacio had a look of surprise on his face, completely shocked at Rose’s actions -- they were so... carefree. He couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as she explained who the person was. “This is the most idiotic thing we’ve ever done, Rose... I love it.” The door began to creak open, and Ignacio instantly pulled it closed again. “Damn it, this stupid lock is basically broken. We’re screwed if they find us.”

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“Nope. We need to go, like now.” Rose said, her hand going to Ignacio’s shirt and tugging him away from the opening door. She could hear the person yell as they exited after enduring the prank the pair had left for them. The girl pulled him into the nearest room which happened to be a closet. “Okay so now we just wait until she’s gone and we’re good to go.”

“Oh---... okay!” Ignacio laughed softly but was mostly surprised when Rose pulled him in her direction, his feet following her instinctively. “Who was that, Rose?!” He said in a rushed, hushed whisper as they found themselves almost pressed up against in each other... They had somehow ended up in a broom closet. “Did we prank the right person? What the fuck is going on?”

“Wait, plants need water? Oh my gosh what an idea.” Rose started to laugh before using a water bottle near her bed to begin filling up the cup. After that she dumped the packet inside before placing the flowers in as well. She wasn’t expecting him to say what he had but she nodded her head, letting her smile falter slightly. “Yeah… Gotcha. Well, that’s a pretty cool skill to have. I bet they really liked those, I mean these definetely made my day better.”

“Oh, hush---” he scoffed. “I was talking about the food, Rose.” He watched her movements, how she was doing everything he said. Such a simple act but he enjoyed the small moment of silence between them -- it wasn’t uncomfortable, it was perfect. “Yeah, they did --- at least, they told me they did, and I hope they never lied to me, so.” He shrugged, then continued. “They did? Well, it’s my greatest pleasure to brighten your day.”

“Wow, look at you. So impressive.” She just shook her head at him, the edges of her lips still pinched up into a smirk. It was actually nice talking to this Ignacio, she was hopeful. “Cool… Where do I dump it? Think I could just throw it out the window and that’d be all good?” Rose took the bag, staring down at the directions for a moment. “Are you a flower expert or something? Do you just bring flowers to all the girls you offend?” She huffed a soft laugh while her eyes moved to his. 

Ignacio let a soft laugh out, shrugging again. “No, you put it in the water, and then it helps the flowers grow and stay fresh, it’s all rather botanical or some shit, I don’t know the right word.” Ignacio stopped laughing for a second, instead smiling as fake as possible as she asked. “Ah, no---.. I don’t, I used to give my mum flowers every week, actually, well--- both my parents but I would always write to mum and just tell dad on the side that they were his too... That was before I moved away, of course.” He rushed the last part of his sentence, not wanting to dwell too much longer that it caused questions to arise.

“Right, because you are just such a charmer.” Rose’s eyes rolled as the words sarcastically tossed from her lips. Ignacio seemed to get most things he wanted, girl’s specifically and the girl knew she wasn’t making his job an easy one. “A glass? Hm… I was drinking tea out of this one earlier, think that’ll work if we dump it and refill it with water?” The blonde asked while holding up a plastic blue cup that was on her bedside table.

“Certainly am,” he smiled -- finally back to his old ways, although he still felt a little off, Ignacio knew he could gain himself back rather quickly if needed. “That could definitely work,” he nodded, quickly reaching for the flower’s packaging, ripping a small baggie of flower food off them. “Just, fill up the cup and then put this in it--” he paused, handing her the bag, “-- and sit in the flowers in them and hey presto, you’ve got a nice piece of colour in this dull room for probably two weeks before they start to smell, or something.”

“You sure know how to make a girl feel special.” She shook her head, continuing to chuckle beneath her breath. This was a different side of him and she didn’t exactly mind it either. “No worries. We’re good here.” Rose said to reassure him that the air had been cleared between them. She wouldn’t hold grudges, that’s what they wanted from her, but she refused to provide. “You’re welcome, I guess.” Her eyebrows slightly in confusion as to why he as thanking her, in her mind he had no real need to. “Great, I don’t think I have a vase anywhere but we can find something.”

“If you think I do, then yeah, I definitely do.” He couldn’t help but nod again, his smile not wavering anymore, but permanent and genuine on his face. “Awesome,” he said, slight worry to his voice still, but that couldn’t be helped, honestly. Ignacio shrugged, then spoke. “Well, if you don’t have a vase, a glass works too -- my mum used to use glasses if we didn’t have a nice enough vase... Which was a lot of the time, actually.”

The girl hadn’t seen him back like this since they’d met. He seemed like he was actually nervous to be around her. For reasons unknown to Rose that caused her lips to twitch into a smile. “Wow, am I your first apology ever? I’m flattered.” Laughter started to trickle out softly, not higher than a huffed chuckle. It flatlined when he kept talking. “Thanks for saying that. I appreciate it. I’m sorry I reacted the way I did. Go figure, I have a temper.” That was something new, something that had only developed since leaving New York. So much had changed in those two years. Everything he said was confusing her. Did Ignacio like her? “Let’s see how it goes, okay? I’m not huge on second chances but I think if someone deserves one they should get it.” Rose then let a real smile form, her eyes going to his then to the flowers. “Or you could help me find something to put these flowers in.”

“There is a very high possibility you are, Rose.” Ignacio smiled as she laughed, glad to hear some sign of happiness from her. Even though it wasn’t much, he liked it nonetheless. “You don’t have to apologise, after all, I was in the wrong.” He shrugged, his smile returning but only softly -- nothing too overdone. He was being tentative around her, for the first time since they first met, he didn’t think his wit and flirtatious ways would win him anything in this situation, hell -- he didn’t think acting like this would get him anywhere, but it did. “Oh---...” his voice hinted at surprise, but also relief. “Okay, thanks.” He smiled back then nodded. “I guess I could do that.”

Rose wasn’t exactly sure how to react. It was such a simple act of kindness, though to her it meant quite a bit, even more than she’d expected. No one had ever done something like that for her before. His apology certainly wasn’t what she’d thought he’d come to say. “You’re sorry? Seriously? I didn’t really peg you as the apology type.” She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked to him, trying to tell if he actually meant what he was saying or not. “Are you serious right now? Are you sick or something? Why’re you being so nice to me? What do you want? Wait, is this like because you still want me to tutor you or what?” Rose exhaled a sigh as her eyes rolled slightly to the side. Although, her expression changed when he said she could throw them away. The blonde leaned over to pick them up, looking at them for a second. “My room could use a little color… Thanks.”

Ignacio looked at her now, a soft smile on his face as he slowly shrugged his shoulders. He wrapped an arm around himself, looking down again. “I’m really not someone who apologises, like ever, so you should feel a little special.” A soft laugh filtered out from within him as he looked up again. “I’m serious, really, I want to apologise, genuinely, Rose --- I was an absolute dick.” He let him arms fall back to his sides, taking another step forward. “No, I don’t care about you tutoring me, I want to spend time with you without excuses.” This was so out of the ordinary for him, he had noticed his demeanour changed completely when he was around Rose. “It’s alright---... I should probably go though, I’m sure you don’t want to put up with my face for much longer.”

The blonde had decided it was in her best interest to isolate herself. When she got like this no one was truly safe from her. The Huntsclan had programmed her for rage which would lead her into violence. She couldn’t go after the relic like they usually had her do when she was like this, instead the girl hid out in her room. Rose hadn’t seen her roommate for awhile which made this process much easier. Ignacio had just struck something inside of her, a feeling she hadn’t recognized since back in New York. He was seeing through her lies. The girl was sitting against the wall, her eyes not leaving the dragon tattoo on her arm. That was until she heard a knock. The door was only a few steps away when she got up to open it who was outside somewhat surprised her. Why’d he come back? “Ignacio? What do you want?” Her eyes slowly caught a glimpse of the flowers and her head tilted in confusion. “Did you… Bring me flowers?” 

Ignacio was basically stumbling over his feet and his words when he turned around, a sheepish smile on his face. “I mean----.. yeah? I guess... Fuck, I’m just... I’m just trying to say sorry, and I’m not used to saying sorry, I suppose.” He spoke in a tumbling rush, his eyes on the ground the whole time before walking towards her door again. “I stepped too far, I crossed a line the other day and I’m sorry about that---.. you’re a really, really great person and I just.... I don’t want to ruin whatever positive image of me you were just forming.” He bit down on his lip, looking at her, his eyes wide and apologetic. “You don’t have to keep them, throw them away if you like, I just----... I thought I’d try.”

Ignacio was never good at apologies, mainly because he never gave them out. He was someone who lived without regret, until this point. He wasn’t sure if he what he was feeling for Rose was just the want of someone’s body next to his every night, or deeper. So, this is how he found himself pacing outside her dorm door with a bouquet of flowers he never thought he’d ever buy a girl for any reason other than ‘let’s fuck’ --- and he was nervous. He dropped them on the doorstep, knocked on the door and bolted, but apparently not quick enough as he heard the door open slowly just as he was two feet away.

“Wouldn’t that be worse though? Because even when floating between multiple social circles, you still didn’t find out.” She told him, smirking back. “Well, sweet, we just wanted to give everyone something to do. It’s honestly just so people can have some fun.” 

Ignacio didn’t think that his word would backfire, he furrowed his brow, laughing lightly. “Doesn’t that say something about your party then? Not even worth being talked about, wow.” He shrugged. “Hm, I guess you have a point, this place does need a little bit of fun, after all, it’s rather boring, majority of the time.”

“Good.” Bunny let her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer towards her. “You should.” she whispered, hands wandering up his neck to play with his hair. “So, are you going to give me a name?”

Ignacio, on instinct, wrapped an arm around her waist, closing whatever minuscule gap was left between them. “Maybe I will,” he whispered against her skin, teeth softly grazing her neck before pulling back, smirking. “Depends, do I get to know yours?”