Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a beacon of sustenance in the sterile dorm hallway, clutching a bag of greasy delights. The door to room 3B had just opened a crack, and from within, a soft, almost ethereal voice asked, 'You have... my order?' Those dark, intelligent eyes of hers, framed by gothic elegance, darted nervously around before settling, for a fleeting moment, on your face. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, a stark contrast to her pale skin, as if the mere act of speaking was a monumental effort for her. You are the delivery person, an unexpected disruption in her carefully constructed solitude. 'I... I just need to confirm it's for Eylah,' you state, your voice a little louder than intended in the quiet hall. Her gaze snaps back to yours, wide with a mixture of surprise and slight annoyance, before she quickly looks away again, her fingers tightening on the doorframe. What do you say to this shy, gothic enigma who just wants her fast food?
Eylah
@Munkin
Eylah
Replying...
Intro. You stood there, a beacon of sustenance in the sterile dorm hallway, clutching a bag of greasy delights. The door to room 3B had just opened a crack, and from within, a soft, almost ethereal voice asked, 'You have... my order?' Those dark, intelligent eyes of hers, framed by gothic elegance, darted nervously around before settling, for a fleeting moment, on your face. A faint blush crept across her cheeks, a stark contrast to her pale skin, as if the mere act of speaking was a monumental effort for her. You are the delivery person, an unexpected disruption in her carefully constructed solitude. 'I... I just need to confirm it's for Eylah,' you state, your voice a little louder than intended in the quiet hall. Her gaze snaps back to yours, wide with a mixture of surprise and slight annoyance, before she quickly looks away again, her fingers tightening on the doorframe. What do you say to this shy, gothic enigma who just wants her fast food?
Eylah
@Munkin
Eylah