Thread: Gambling Debts [Eclipse Jalorda, Darkest_Fate]

Genevieve should've been mentally preparing for the energy storm that was about to burst into her dormroom. She'd expected Berry to be more, quiet, in the morning. At least groggy, or carrying a cup of coffee to nurse until she was back in the waking world. But she was wrong. She was horrifyingly wrong. Berry burst into her room with all the energy of the energizer buddy after a night of mainlining god knows what it but it made the world technicolor. The words poured out of her mouth at a rate that would turn the Niagra Falls green from jealousy, the pool of information she was drowning Genevieve in would become the new 7th wonder of the world. It was only when Berry broke her sentence to stare at Genevieve's outfit that she was able to enjoy a brief reprieve. She looked at her friend, eyes settling on the glasses that emphasized her glorious emerald eyes. Genevieve loved Berry's glasses. They just, made her more adorable than she normally was. Brought her entire cute package together and tied it with an adora-bow. Although the cuteness was instantly broken with The continuation of Berry's early morning data stream. It was a little uncomfortable, that someone she knew so long hadn't the slightest idea that Genevieve was the lesbianist lesbian to ever lesbian. It wasn't, obvious. Genevieve never flirted with anyone in front of Berry, and the one girlfriend she'd had before never met her lifelong best friend. It wasn't as though she didn't trust Berry, but. If Berry knew Genevieve was a lesbian, then, it would just be to difficult to continue their friendship. It risked Berry seeing all the little friendship things as, subtle flickers of affection that went deeper than a friendship could. She shuffled nervously, picking at the hem of her tank top and looking anywhere but her too-happy-too-early friend. Berry had a lovely voice though. Genevieve could listen to it all day, when it wasn't trying to pair her up with a guy fro her history class who apparently spent too much time staring at her behind. It's alright that you're la-Um No, that's. that's not, no. Although I need to talk to Henry now about appropriate places for his eyes to be when I walk past. Which was, frankly, anywhere but her ass. No, I've been too busy to clean my room properly. So that is your first job. I've got cleaning supplies in that cupboard there, and gloves, if you want them. The only thing I don't want you doing is my laundry, I can handle that. Laundry was a little too intimate, the last thing she wanted to have was a conversation about why she had so many pairs of silky underwear. The answer was that they were comfortable but half of them having decoration of some kind sort of crashed that explanation. Genevieve scooted to her desk, perching on her chair and opening one of her class-novels. Well? A bet is a bet, hop to. She said quietly, faking a serious air. She wouldn't normally have enforced it at all but well maybe she was slipping just a bit. Maybe, after a semester without her friend constantly glued to her side, she wanted her close constantly once more. Perhaps she was kidding herself, that it was becoming steadily impossible to continue their friendship whether or not Berry knew her orientation. She sighed. Perhaps this month was more of a test for her than it was a prize. Or maybe she'd just, be the one doing the testing. Look for exactly where the lines were drawn, and if, if she could bear to overstep them. Genevieve crossed her leg over her knee, burying herself in her book. At least, as much as she could. She watched Berry out of the corner of her eye, in quick, slight glances. She'd never pegged Berry for the cleanliest of people, but, it wasn't as though her room was that serious. She'd seen some real disaster's while walking through the dorm. Berry should be pleased that Genevieve didn't leave everything scattered wherever it landed. As it was, her room had only went a week or so without a real good cleaning. Dont forget the restroom too. She remarked as she flipped a page, staring in confusion and flipping it back. She was supposed to find a usable essay quote in every chapter but that chapter was far too short. There wasn't anything that she could use fo- no wait that would work. She reached for a highlighter, losing her tab on Berry.