<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6WUNyz7.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Devon Winters</strong></span><br/><strong>Location: Tisila's room</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:Tilisa | Ricky | Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>She watched Ricky leave with mixed feelings; living in Alaska for most of her life, and being part of the military for the remainder had left her not particularly gifted at smalltalk. Throughout her childhood she'd been mostly surrounded by big lumberjacks, fishermen and hunters, and her aunt Lily had not really been very girlish, either. Safe to say that the military wasn't the best place for chatting about the weather, the latest Netflix show or what clothes to wear, and so the stoic, rarely uncomfortable Devon was feeling a little nervous at the prospect of being in a one on one situation with Tisila.<br/><br/>Tisila, who seemed so sweet. She was pretty in an almost disarming way, with her big head of dark curls, her full lips that seemed to have adopted a slight, semi-permanent pout and big eyes that elicited something protective inside Devon. It was hard to imagine that this girl was like her in any way, even if the physical similarity was difficult to miss, especially when it was pushing against the crotch of her pants quite prominently. Devon sat down on the foot end of the bed, glancing at the pile of stuffed toys for a moment. She never had any teddies herself; living so close to the sea her aunt had always said they'd only go mouldy, so she'd gotten carved little animal statuettes instead. They weren't very cuddly.<br/><br/>"Your first time on  your own?" she asked, trying to sound sympathetic. Devon assumed Tilisa was younger than her - she definitely<em>looked</em>younger than her - and the way she had begun to decorate her room did nothing to change that idea. Only when the girl began to unpack her weights did she catch Devon's interest; maybe they had something in common after all. "The gym they got here looks pretty decent," she said, "I hear it's even got a pool." Devon hopped up from her seat and crouched down by the weights instead, testing them. Ordinary women would not easily be able to use these; they were much too heavy. But for people like, like<em>them</em>, they seemed just right.<br/><br/>"Hey, I think I'm gonna check out my room, then maybe see if there's still some breakfast left." Devon glanced over at her new neighbour, a hint of uncertainty in her dark, long-lashed eyes. "You wanna join me in a bit?"