Room 409, Thursday Evening

[inneedofcoffee]

By the grace of every deity that may or may not exist here, Maladicta had managed to avoid having to deal with people. Except for showing up to a canceled class, but that had been quick enough to hardly even count.

So she was once again, back to her room. Contemplating simply gnawing on a bag of coffee beans to see if that helped.

Stupid hormones

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[thinkbetterofme]

Perhaps it was not the best plan he could have come up with, but Faramir thought it might prove a distraction and would at least amuse her.

He had gone as far as to bring another back of espresso bean candies and two cups of coffee from the Perk. Under his other arm, he carried a rather large box. He, at least, still managed to knock on the door without dropping anything.

[inneedofcoffee]

The only reason the door was opened was because she could smell the coffee. You won this round, Faramir. With your clever, Trojan Horse style trickery!

"...are those candied coffee?"

[thinkbetterofme]

"Yes," Faramir replied with some amusement as he held out the bag to her. "In case you might feel like something different than coffee."

[inneedofcoffee]

Maladicta looked from the coffee back to him, back to the coffee... back to him. And then took the bag and stepped aside. "I suppose you can come in then."