Diane
At Taffy's response, Uriel gives a semi-shocked look before a soft laugh spills from their lips. 

"You too? I can't swim either, actually. I'm a narcoleptic, so it's not like I could ever swim on my own. It's not too bad, though; I find taking naps on the beach to be far more rewarding. Still, it is a bit funny, right?" Another laugh, this one small and sheepish. 

The commonality between them— even if tiny and insignificant— helped relieve the near-constant tension Uriel felt when talking to someone new. The smallest bridge of commonality gave them room to breathe, air they so desperately gulped down.

"There's a library, if that's more appealing. I've been a couple of times, and it's rather well stocked. You seem like the well-read type, too." 

Taffy *Did* Give off the aura of intelligence— and if it opened the door for them to talk about their interests, Uriel was more than happy to listen.
Viola
"Yeah, I've read a few books. Most of them are censored to shit though. Have you read The Girl Who Could Fly?" Xe asks, looking over at Uriel. "It's really good.

As they speak, they sit up slightly, their interest seemingly piqued. Her eyes widen slightly, and she seems slightly less tense emotionally.
Diane
"I don't believe I have. Why don't you message me later about the plot, and I'll check it out at the library? I always love reading the books my friends enjoy." 

They think to themselves, an eyebrow tentatively furrowing itself. It was a bit too embarrassing to say out loud, but Uriel always kept the media recommended from others in a special place in their heart. 

Owen's metal music, Amelie's favorite violin solos, Margo's favorite books... They treasured the little bits of their friends that came along with every single recommendation. It made them feel warm and giddy inside— even when they had trouble expressing that sentiment in day-to-day conversation, their emotionally flat expressions making it hard to truly tell how they felt. 

"Ah, but, it seems as if Margo might wake up soon, and I don't think she'll take too kindly to seeing someone else's face in her room. Perhaps it might be best to take your leave for now." A gentle prod, one given as Uriel nervously looks at Margo's sleeping body. Her breathing was shallower, the quiet rise and fall of her chest less deep as the conversation continued. 

"Please do try and get some sleep, even if only for a couple of hours. It's a bit relaxing to be unconscious, I feel." They gather Taffy's teacup, and stack them in a pile saved for 'dishes to be washed'.
Viola
"I last read it as a child. Definitely will text you a synopsis type thing later," They sigh, standing up.

"Anyway, you're right, I should head back to my room. It's been nice meeting you, though. Which is surprising. I had planned on breaking your shit, but honestly, you're decent enough."

With that, they stuff the rubber band ball back into their pocket and head over to the door.

"See you around, I guess," They say, giving a small salute before leaving the room.
Diane
Taffy exits, leaving a perplexed Uriel and a sleeping Margo alone in the empty room.

They blink twice, the sentiment of Taffy's words just starting to hit.

"Huh?"

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