Mystery is the word of the day when it comes to describing Irisviel, it seems. From dawn till dusk, and sometimes even beyond, she hears that word -- yet, she's never quite found it in her to agree with it as an accurate description of her. Then again she supposes that ever transfer student has to wear this label for a time, at least until that "new" smell wears off. She wonders for how long she will have to carry this identifier on her breast, before something newer sweeps the craze away.
The Einzbern girl had always been somewhere in the middle of the pyramid, as far as popularity goes: average, just like most everything else about her. Here, though, her status as fresh meat has caused her to capture the attention of more than she's accustomed to. But, Irisviel is nothing if not friendly and obliging, and she's come to enjoy the plentiful company of others. It's addictive, in its own way.
And yet, the taste of someone specific lingers in her mind, burying itself deep into her cerebral cortex and then deeper, deeper, and deeper yet. She had been ill-prepared for the company of one so gentlemanly as Arturia, the German girl unknowingly thrown to a wolf in suit's clothing. And on her very first day, no less! It's the sort of encounter that's difficult to forget, even though she's tried.
Many times: each attempt had been unsuccessful, though.
The blonde's voice interrupts her train of thought as she traverses the hall, surprisingly on her own this afternoon. Clutched to her chest are a couple of notebooks, yet the most important is the cookbook closest to her breast. She's been wanting to try out some new recipes of late, and a potential victim may have just waltzed into an unknowing trap --
Yet Irisviel feels her throat begin to dry up, just as it had on the day of their first meeting. And while she's able to execute her sentences without much issue, even in Arturia's presence, it's the other sensations she feels when she's around the other female that make her nervous. Things like the happy buzz in her brain, or the sudden heat in her cheeks. The girl may have been sheltered for most of her life, but she knows enough to know when she likes somebody. And apparently, she likes this particular somebody very much.
She offers Arturia a nod, and a smile. "I was just on my way back to the dorms, too." But then, she remembers, and gains a bit of confidence. "Actually, I ... well, the cooking club is going to have a competition soon, and I wanted to see if you'd like to test out my recipe for it?" She giggles a bit, as she realizes the strangeness of her proposition. "It's just cookies, though, nothing diabolical."
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