Alicia Liddel
She took a deep breath before she responded. Alicia was getting used to this whole making friends thing, it would be beneficial to take it slowly. “Well, I think his writing can get really dark. Of Mice and Men, for example. I- Have you read the book? I wouldn’t want to spoil anything.” Alicia was trying to get comfortable, yet her fist was still clenched around her bag strap. She read, this is what she did, it should be easy to talk about.
“… I’d agree with you on most cases, but sometimes it can be wasted. For instance, I think when authors try to describe other social standpoints such as being famous, if they’ve never experienced it themselves it can be underwhelming or exaggerated. That being said, Steinback does an amazing job at portraying farm life - at least the reviews say so. Do you have any authors you enjoy?”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond - Lav
IsaiahWestergaard
Isaiah was losing control of everything when his roommate, of all people, walked in. His face turned beet-red, “I am so sorry. I was going to try and make a nice breakfast. If you couldn’t tell, food is not my forte.” He was a bit hurt that the smell of his food was horrendous - apparently. Isaiah must not have been able to tell.
“It’s all my fault, really, I didn’t know which dish did what,” he covered his face with his palm and muttered, “How am I supposed to run a kingdom when I can’t even make breakfast?” The fact that he was going to be king was still sinking in - even though he had been aware of this for a while, no one had said it until a month ago.
“Would you like me to make breakfast?” Isaiah looked up, and was honored by the offer. “It’s quite alright. Please, allow me to buy you something from the castleteria.” His eyes widened when his roommate yawned, “I… didn’t wake you up, did I?” He hoped he was wrong in his guess.
@bpalmer - Laurie
TristanWestergaard
To his somewhat surprise, the girl responded. Based on her demeanor, he was half expecting her to ignore him. “Don’t go preaching to me about the dress code if you aren’t even going to follow it.” He smirked, and took a second to look at her. She was rather pretty, even though her hair was completely matted, white suited her. “I didn’t realize you were so interested in my pants, not that I’m complaining.” His smirk faded as she insulted his hair color. Tristan actually liked his hair, and it wasn’t even that blonde. “Is is that they’re incredibly charming and attractive?” It wasn’t his best response, but the best he could currently come up with.
“I guess you aren’t as dumb as the others.”
For a second he wanted to tell her he was the future king, until he realized that was no longer a title he possessed. Which mad him angry at his father, once again reminding him how much he did not want to attend class. She turned away from him and he looked away for a second. Even if this was his class, he hated it here. “Call it a guess but I think you want to be here just as much as I do - which is not saying much. However, I am new here and don’t know of anywhere to ditch. So maybe you have somewhere that could point me in the right direction?”
@ethereal - Porcelain