Lily laughed lightly at his comment, understanding where he was coming from. Being called Lillian wasn't necessarily music to her ears. Usually only hearing it when she was in some short of trouble with her parents. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">Gordie it is then</span>." she replied chipperly. Taking in a couple more moments to study her new roomie she was careful not to linger, despite him looking like a damn fitness model. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I see you snagged the good spot.</span>" she said teasingly, nodding her head in the direct of the opposite bed. In reality in made no difference to her, as they were obviously the same. He'd learn to pick up on her playful nature sooner or later.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">4:45 huh? Ouch</span>." her voice called over from the stack of clothes that now sat in tall, neat piles on her bed. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">No worries. I'm up around that time myself so we shouldn't have any issues there, but if not</span>" she paused to hold up a pair of air pods, indicating that she would be sleeping to music. She appreciated the consideration, and the heads up. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">The beach is always best to run early on</span>." she added as she started to slip her clothing onto hangers. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> I have practice as well, just not until the evenings after I teach my class</span>." She had already prepared to put in the extra time for practice, since she had taken on the roll to help instruct some of the dance classes. The dance studio being in partnership with MU allowed her to stay close to campus.<br/><br/>It had been a small struggle to squeeze her clothing into the closet. Once it was done she stepped back with a victorious sigh. She hadn't planned on unpacking completely, just enough to keep organized in the shared space. Fortunately, she was tidy person by nature and didn't see that as a problem in their future. She had already began to make a mental list of things needed to make this place more livable. Things that they could pick up here and there. All in good time of course. As of now, she was ready to get back outside into that Florida sun. She was sure she heard a drink calling her name from the bar she had passed on the ride here. Remembering it was within walking distance.<br/><br/>Grabbing a plain, olive green tee and faded jean shorts she stepped into the bathroom while it was clear and quickly changed. Once clothed again she stepped out, unwrapping her thick hair from its ponytail gave it a quick tussle. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">I'm a Fine Arts major. Mostly to help my career as a professional dancer. What'd about you?</span>" she had noticed his haul of hockey equipment when she first walked in. A sport that she was actually familiar with since one of her brothers played in high school.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">" I might have to take you up on that. After about six hours of practice and I'm done." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she laughed, looking at the arrangement of powers and supplements. Little by little she emptied her bathroom items into the small space, keeping her ungodly amount of hair products and cosmetics in a container under her bed. Deciding it was best not to allow the bathroom to look like Bath &amp; Bodyworks threw up everywhere.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Yeah, sure thing." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily shrugged as she reach for the IPhone plugged in at her nightstand. After exchanging numbers she agreed with him about feeling restless. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Ugh, I envy your dedication. Pretty sure I saw the gym sign on the way into the dorms. I'm actually going to make myself scarce, this girl needs a drink." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">she grabbed for her purse and slipped the cell inside. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Don't have too much fun." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)">Lily grinned, giving him a quick wink before heading towards the door and back out into the still chaotic hallway. Like before she hustled through the dense crowds until she made it outside. </span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(209, 213, 216)"><div class="bbImageWrapper js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/attachments/2188/" title="Chicas Para Tus Novelas 2° - _Aly Antorcha.jpeg">
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