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[ being in insomnia again is.. strange. the city is the same as she had remembered, and yet so different, so strange after so many long years in tenebrae. this city seems so enormous and sprawling, sharp and stark in comparison, bright and chrome and full of people. though she remembers her time here, her earliest years, she was still quite young when her parents swept she and her brother back to the motherland, and those tender years of growth had been spent in a city very different, a home that she had grown used to, settled into.

and now they are here again, political tensions spurring her father to emigrate here, to lucis again. the empire has been still and quiet, and there have even been talks of treatise, but alisaie trusts her father's judgment, for all his political involvement. more than national pride, he hopes for his family to be safe and secure, and short of living in the bush, insomnia had seemed to him the ideal location. with the wall so strong, such a city must be impenetrable, yes?

alisaie does not know the details of it all, her father would disclose only so much - she and her brother were to focus solely on their studies, bettering themselves, and not to worry about such things outside of their control. lucis might not be a large nation, but insomnia is safe, and secure. it suits their needs just fine.

still, settling in, for alisaie, is not necessarily easy. unlike the rest of her family, smooth-talkers with political savvy, she has a hard enough time simply getting along with her own peers. her friends in tenebrae had been few and distant, their relationships thin and civil but little more. to have to start over again is.. a nightmare. but she is not here to make friends, she is here to finish her schooling, to graduate and prepare for university and beyond. there's nothing to be afraid of.

yet her knuckles are white around the books clutched to her chest as she climbs the stairs that first day, eyes forward, chin high, and it takes less than a week's time for her to earn a reputation as a haughty, conceited little snob, the little rich girl sort who is far too good to waste her time with those she deems beneath her - everyone, apparently. this is not entirely the case of course, but it suits alisaie's needs just fine. let them think what they want, so long as it affords her a wide berth and quiet time to herself, without the terrifying distraction of working her way into, and maintaining her place within, a social circle.

the weekend seems to take an eon to arrive, but friday is here at last. alisaie sits outside at a table on campus, alone, peeling the crusts distractedly from her sandwich, her advanced chemistry textbook open in front of her. three afternoon classes, and this horrible week will be over.. ]

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Why wouldn't I? You remembered me.

[ the same amount of time has passed for both of them, after all, and he has had the same window of time to forget her that she has to forget him, so it only stands to reason, doesn't it? but he had always been unsure of himself, quick to insult himself.. still, grown as he is, slimmed down and toned up and well dressed, she would think he'd have moved on well past that.

mayhaps he has. she hardly knows him beyond a few sentences, after all. people change, and he has certainly changed. she seems hesitant to his offer, but that is nothing new; however many smiles they exchanged through the fence, it took a pack of bullies hounding him for her to at last reach out to him beyond a furtive glance. alisaie has been so dead set on keeping to herself, minding her own business, cultivating the icy image that others have so quickly imposed upon her - she hadn't stopped to consider a situation like this. being civil to complete projects or share notes is one thing, but.. catching up?

gods, family aside, how long has it been since she has spent time around another person simply for the sake of it? but she owes him this much, at the very least. he was a kind boy, her memories of him are gentle and fond and sweet, and alisaie is not hard-hearted enough to simply dismiss him off the bat without reason. so at last she dips her head in a shallow nod. ]

But yes, I.. that would be nice.

[ He absolutely lights up at her response. After all, his number of friends is potentially about to double! At least, he hopes it will. Maybe...it won't work out that way, but just as hers are, so are his own memories of their childhood friendship sweet and fond. Much as he might not deserve this opportunity that has come into his life, he can't not take advantage of it. Even if they don't hit it off again. ]

Great! That's - I mean, yeah, cool, sounds good.

[ He reaches to gather some of his composure, even as he deliberates over whether or not he has overstayed his welcome here. They may have only just been reunited, and there are so many questions he wants to ask her, so many things he wants to talk to her about. But he did just sort of barge in on her solitude and he wants to remain respectful of her time. Also? The longer he stays here, the sooner he puts his foot in his mouth, so. ]

I'll, uh...let you get back to it, then. How 'bout...next weekend?

[ he certainly seems thrilled with her response, which is sweet, though alisaie still cannot help the weight of dread that pulls down on her heart. what will they talk about? what will they do? one-on-one time with a near stranger, for purely social reasons, is frankly terrifying.

she'll manage. it'll be all right. and a good chance to settle herself in more comfortably. ]

Next weekend sounds lovely.

[ it's fine, she won't spontaneously combust. ]

Suh-weet! It's a date, then.

[ ...He has the presence of mind to at least rewind what he just said and realize how it might've sounded. Ah, yes. There it is! Foot back in mouth. It was only a matter of time, anyway. ]

I-I mean...you know what I mean! Um - s-see ya!

[ And then he's just going to...dash away, before he can do any more damage.

So about that spontaneous combustion... ]