Room 330, Thursday Evening

[genesishero]

It had been... well, definitely some kind of week. The very distracted sort of week, in fact, where Evan had alternated between trying to study and trying to work off some of that excess energy that he had all pent up since Monday. He'd even called in on what would have been his first day of work, explaining to his new boss that there was no way he

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[3girls_1core]

Sholeh...really ought to know better. This was not the right week to go deliberately knocking at Evan's door. This was the week for cold showers and doing laps, NOT for visiting someone that had featured heavily in multiple dreams over the past few nights.

But she was sixteen and pollen-laden hormones trumped good sense. Sure, she had a copy of Tiny Females in her hand and several questions about what Pilgrim's progress actually was, but if she was being honest with herself (and she most assuredly wasn't), it was all a ruse to find an acceptable reason to go visit Evan when everything else was saying that she should be doing the opposite of that.

Except for Zeela. Zeela thought this was a great idea. Sholeh was ignoring that, too.

Knock knock!

[genesishero]

Knock knock?

"Who's there?" Evan had to ask. Haaaad to ask. Because he was picking himself up off the floor and not completely clothed and kind of sweaty, and there was a very finite number of people that he would actually answer the door for, when in that particular state of disarray.

[3girls_1core]

Was she one of them?

"It's Sholeh!" she called through the door. "I was hoping you'd have a little while to talk?"

=Or maybe not talk?=

::Hush, Zee!::

[genesishero]

She pretty much was 'them.'

Evan hesitated for a moment, and then made a reach for a towel so that he could at least try to get rid of a little bit of the sweat on his skin. He was dabbing it at the back of his neck as he opened his bedroom door.

"Talk?" It wasn't anything serious, was it? "You know I always have time to talk, Sholeh."