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Bella is seriously considering refusing to tell anyone else what her major is. Honestly. The way people flinch -
Well, no, that's not fair. She'd flinch too if she were unprotected and a subtle artist walked by. Just because most don't, in fact, casually or unintentionally read thoughts, doesn't mean that none of them do. Her tutor back home thought that her aversion to having her mind read was why her arts were set up so defensively and everything else was secondary for her.
She doesn't like the flinching, but it is fair. Maybe she'll go to the lab and scribe off a few copies of a mini fact sheet so she can hand them out when she meets people. No, that would be obnoxious.
She'll wait for it to wear off. Eventually she'll make some friends who'll know how she works. Or who are other subtle artists; she's probably more likely to make friends in classes than in the dorm, anyway.
She's not sure how she feels about the mixed-sex dorms. The rooms are singles, at least - that's why she's in Thatcher Hall, automatic single rooms for no extra charge at the price of having to maybe live next door to somebody who's not all human. There's a short list of species who qualify to be out of Harlowe and in predominantly-human Thatcher. None of them scare Bella. The orientation guide called Thatcher a "salad bowl". The junior who was wandering by at the time called it a pit.
The building looks nice. Bella's room looks nice. She unpacks her stuff and then goes back out to explore a little and encounters a stark naked man.
"Dude!" she exclaims. "Put some clothes on! This is a mixed sex hall!"
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subtly_artistic
"Yep," he says. "Apparently nymph semen is amazingly restorative."
There are a lot of signposted memories clustered around that thought, but he's doing his best to stay away from them. Some bad stuff happened. The fact that he ejaculates some kind of healing potion/elixir of youth combo was involved. He's trying not to go into the details.
There are a lot of signposted memories clustered around that thought, but he's doing his best to stay away from them. Some bad stuff happened. The fact that he ejaculates some kind of healing potion/elixir of youth combo was involved. He's trying not to go into the details.
subtly_artistic
And there's signposts. She falls out of his head again and writes her time. She gives him fifteen seconds and then starts again.
Fifteen seconds is long enough for him to start thinking about muffins again. Mmm, muffins.
Muffins are tasty!
"Do you cook at all?" he asks idly.
"Do you cook at all?" he asks idly.
subtly_artistic
"I did at home. I didn't love it for its own sake so I don't think I'll do it that often here, unless I get royally sick of what's available on the meal plan."
"If you don't like cooking but wanna eat stuff the meal plan doesn't cover, I can make stuff," he says. "I love to cook."
This seems like an extremely reasonable allocation of resources to him. One person wants to cook new interesting food but not necessarily eat it all; one person wants to eat new interesting food but doesn't want to cook it.
This seems like an extremely reasonable allocation of resources to him. One person wants to cook new interesting food but not necessarily eat it all; one person wants to eat new interesting food but doesn't want to cook it.
subtly_artistic
"I think you mentioned something about cookies for the hall," says Bella noncommittally.
"Yeah, I'll probably do that," he says.
Aww, there's her cute smile again. Celo smiles back.
Her laugh is cute too!
Awwwww. Celo grins and hugs himself.
subtly_artistic
She keeps up this read for six minutes, twenty seconds, before her attention flags. She marks her time, starts again.
Celo is still thinking about her laugh.
The way he sees it, what he is as a nymph is not just about fucking. It's about love, too, every form of love. Liking Bella's smile and telling her so and bringing her joy that way are part of it too.
The way he sees it, what he is as a nymph is not just about fucking. It's about love, too, every form of love. Liking Bella's smile and telling her so and bringing her joy that way are part of it too.
He wonders what she's thinking.
And grins.
And grins.
Celo giggles!
"No, really, though!"
"No, really, though!"
subtly_artistic
"Yeah, um, I mentioned my arts are very defensive. I don't casually volunteer what I'm thinking to people I'm not close to."
...Celo finds this a bewildering assertion.
subtly_artistic
"I can't even pair off and do this kind of work with the other students, not if they want to take turns. I have an unfriendly mind."
"What kind of unfriendly?" he asks, distracted from the original point.