tell me i'm pretty!

“I can afford to lose a needle,” Lacienega piped back, gesturing to her sewing kit, “I’m more worried about one of these bozos stepping on it and hurting themselves.” She continued to search, crouching down on her hands and knees. “If by Vivienne Westwood you mean Miuccia Prada then you’d be correct.” She saw a flash of silver on the carpet and swept up her loose needle triumphantly, “There. Now I won’t have verbally beat down the poor loser who’d try to sue. Cute shoes,” She noted as she stood back up. As she sat back down, she scooted her sewing stuff a little to make room for her new desk mate. “Lacienega Boulevardez,” She extended a hand “I would’ve judged you for only saying Vera Wang, but a Westwood reference mean you might actually know what you’re talking about.” 

"Let’s say Miu Miu and call it even,” Trixie shrugged with a grin, happy to meet someone who could at least intelligibly talk high-end fashion. She took the girl -- LaCienega’s -- outstretched hand and claimed the spot next to her with confidence. “I was the only girl wearing Chanel in Dimmsdale, of course I know what I’m talking about. Do you study fashion?” 

Fred wasn’t expecting the door to be opened so quickly (or at all really) after the RA shouted out that what he’d assumed was a crime scene in progress was just pee being sectioned off, so he hadn’t given himself a second to come up with an alternate reason for why he’d come knocking. Instead all he could do was give a sheepish self deprecating laugh before answering honestly. “No, I don’t. I live in the next one down, but I heard about the caution tape and was wondering if it was maybe a crime or something that maybe needed help solving.” Fred offered his hand out for a shake, trying to make up for his weird first impression with such a hot girl. “Fred Jones, by the way. I love solving mysteries.”

“A crime to my eyes -- and my nostrils,” Trixie whined once more. But then the guy said something about solving mysteries...? Here? On a college campus? She shook his hand cautiously and forced a smile up at him. “Weird hobby, but okay. That’s cool I guess. Any luck in mystery-solving so far? We’re still trying to figure out who kept putting banana peels on the stairwell as some sort of prank at the start of the semester.” 

ben looked up and saw a very beautiful girl looking back at her. a smart person might have tried to be suave, but ben wasn’t smart, so instead he replied, “yeah, man, scorpions are the worst.”

and then, because he got a little too excited and he was never too used to people - especially girls - from his high school liking aliens, let alone talking about them, ben said, “so much intelligent life out there and we still haven’t found an easier way to do anything.”

“I mean, would aliens want to help us solve math problems or otherwise better the human race? I’m pretty sure they’d want to keep us dumb -- easier to invade that way,” Trixie mused, thinking of all of the comic books she’d read with similar premises. 

where: trixie’s dorm room

"If you’re here to ask me about the caution tape in the hall, it’s because someone peed, okay?! And it was fucking gross,” Trixie shouted in response to the knock on her dorm room door. Being an RA was not all it was cracked up to be, especially when students were always asking dumb questions or disturbing her while she had a cringefest over the awful things they did, like pee in the hallway after a night out. When the door opened, then, she quirked up her nose at the tall, pretty attractive guy that stood in her doorway. “Do you even live on this floor?” 

[fah yongwaree , 21, cis female, she/her] Did you hear that TRIXIE TANG from FAIRLY ODDPARENTS is a JUNIOR at Tooniversity? They major in MARKETING and you can find them WORKING AS AN RA on most days. I always hear XS by Rina Sawayama  playing from their dorm!