#riot.start

          IT HAD BEEN A LONG WEEK - and between the actual schoolwork, the riot club workload and his father somehow still expecting him to keep up a full-time position, alistair was running on way too much caffeine, and way too little sleep. which probably had something to do with the fact that it took the blond a full minute to register the figure in front of him. looking up from his laptop, he sighed. “do you need something? or are you just going to stand there and gawk?”

    “freshers,” rhys sighed, shaking his head in the direction of a particularly rowdy group of first years engaged in a heated debate over where they should go out that evening. or something along those lines. truthfully, he wasn’t properly listening to their conversation. bottom line was - they were making noise, and he didn’t care for it. looking over at the figure next to him, he offered an apologetic shrug, flipping nonchalantly through a book all the while. “god, it’s the same every year. can’t wait for exams to knock them down a few pegs.”

“as you can see, i was definitely not expecting company,” alie stifled a grin, raising her eyebrows to direct even more attention to the eye masks she wore. she was rather grateful she was wearing them at this point because there was very little under her dressing gown protecting her modesty, her silk slip certainly wasn’t doing any favours. it might’ve been the only time in her life where she relished her beauty routine being interrupted. “is it urgent? i think i should put on some proper clothing.”