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    Michael seemed a lot less calm than Mia, and was perhaps even angry. He appeared as though he was going to say something to Amy, before a hand was placed over his mouth. "She doesn't seem to be in much of a good mood Dear. Why don't you get going, and I'll see you later?'" Mia hummed, hopping off his lap and ushering him towards the door. He didn't look too happy about her making decisions for him, but well, it was her room, not his. She could kick people out just as easily as Amy could.


    She doubted she'd invite Michael over again though. It wasn't like they were serious or anything, and she had the feeling her roommate would probably have an aneurysm if she saw the man back here again. No, she'd find someone else, and bring them instead. Amy apparently didn't like people kissing in her house, but Mia wasn't about to stop just for her. She liked to get reactions out of people, and this girl was one of the best so far. She was interested in her, enough to tease her to her breaking point. That's just the type of person she was, though some people might call it cruel.


    Maybe she'd invite that nice girl Sammy over. They'd met at a party a few nights ago, and Mia had been lucky enough to get her number. She had no idea if Amy would be more or less opposed to other girls being in their apartment, but it was worth the try.


    OOC:
    Thank you for understanding, Dear!
    Also, I can picture that pretty much perfectly. And I had no idea beforehand and was just sorta going with it, so that's great cx
    Would probably be my reaction to a roommate suddenly making out with a random person lmao[/fancypost]
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    Amy couldn't believe what she had seen and yet it seemed so typical for a girl like her. She clenched her fists as she headed down the building stairwell, not bothering to hold onto the banister on the way down. She decided not to look back, not to see what was made of the situation but to instead get what she needed to done which was her boxes. Her main focus. Heading out of the door, she found the truck right where the message told her it was. She walked up towards a man in what seemed to be a uniform outfit, to where she took a clipboard from his hand and signed on the line corresponding to the "x". Handing it back to the man, her attention then turned towards the stacked boxes nearby. Her own. She let out a small huff before heading over towards two of the boxes. She was glad there was at least an elevator.
    She held the packages tightly, standing in the lifting machine trying not to think of what had happened. She couldn't understand why she had been as upset as she was over it. It had been seen many times before in public and yet she was quickly angered over seeing it there again. It was hard to tell whether she was upset over the two making out or for the fact that she wanted the girl to herself. Wanted to have done that with her. Wanting her to be gay like herself and to cure her own lonliness she held inside. And yet now she knew it would never be. She clenched the smooth bottom of the cardboard as she headed out of the elevator, and walked back into the apartment where she only expected her wish to be granted.
    And so it was. She could only hope the male had been gone instead of hiding elsewhere in their small abode where she couldn't see him. She could merely see Mia, on her own as she expected her to be and yet ahe only found visual contact in the corner of her eye, refusing to look at her directly. She placed the boxes on the floor before turning around once more and heading out, not allowing herself to even utter a word from her mouth. She tried denying her own emotions, her own desires, and her own conflictions. She tried to ignore it all and then some while going back out of the room. Amy could only hope to have to act this way for a short while and yet she felt as though this may have been recurring. That there was more to this girl than she wanted to know. That she may have had more connections than she wanted to find out. Something that could easily tear her heart out with every fleeting moment.
    With two boxes at a time she brought each on into the room and stacked easily next to one a other until they had finally reached a limit. There, she placed the final box on the floor and simply began to take two of them and head towards their room and set them inside, only to come back a moment later to begin unpacking the other boxes. She didn't have much in her boxes being that she had left on her own. To be away from madness and to be away from all that she hated. And yet it simply brought her back to an apartment where she had a hot girl who made out with a guy at her pleasing. Of course, she knew now that she couldn't have that to herself and was instead having fun with some other guy. She rolled her eyes at the thought of this and instead continued unpacking.


    ooc: Of course! People have lives too and I
    I understand that! You can't really force anyone to do something they don't want to do. Unless they're under contract or break the law or something
    If you're sick then i can't change that and if you have low muse then it'd be even worse to make you post and get nothing out of you. If you need to take your time then go ahead! I like the thread and I'd rather not have it die over low muse because I rushed you.
    Also! An edit after the post. I added something in there that you may be able to play around with. Her "desires". Like after mia does what she did a couple times then she can try to go for amy only to get a bigger reaction she wouldnt expect


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    With a confirmation from the girl named Sammy that they could hang out later, she stood up and grinned, planning on actually speaking to Amy for a little while. After all, she didn't want her to think that all she did was invite people over to sleep around with. She would apologize about Michael, if only to clear the air and attempt to put everyone back into a good mood once again. Mia walked over to the other, watching as she sifted through her boxes' items, pulling them out to put into a proper place. Yeah, she was glad she'd finished her own unpacking earlier. The place would have been crowded with junk if they both did it at the same time.


    Finally, she spoke up. "So I wanted to apologize about Michael. He was a bit too... handsy. I told him to leave, so you don't really have to worry about him anymore." Technically, Mia had been touching too, and had been the one to invite him over. But, it was true that Amy wouldn't have to worry anymore. He hadn't been interesting, and she had no plans of meeting up with him again. Girls were by far more her style, though she could go for anyone if they looked nice enough, or were interesting. People like Sammy, or even Amy were far more her type.


    "Anyway, I hope I didn't make you feel too uncomfortable, and that we can still get along." She really wanted Amy to agree, and say that she wasn't upset or anything.


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    Ahh, no dear I didn't forget!
    My entire site activity suddenly just dropped so my replies for threads has been atrocious
    Apologies! ;-;
    As for what you said about her 'desires' that sounds like something Mia would love to play around with[/fancypost]
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    The post was edited 1 time, last by ayĸιмra ().

    Ah, I see! Mine's been a bit around too due to a bit of me just going around and doing things though I'm still a little bored it seems ^^". It's fine though! Take your time. Everyone has their own life to live and it'd be rude of me to interrupt. I'll wait for you to finish your post soon

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    Amy had been unpacking at her own general pace, only seeming as if it had been more annoyed at the slight greater force in which she placed it. He gaze stayed glued to her items as she moved them from the box into where she wanted them to go. Her gradual aggression in her movement showed how she had felt at that moment, trying not to think of how things may have turned out between them. She couldn't tell if it would turn into a bigger issue that she had to deal with later on at some point. With that in mind, she tried to forget about the scene and instead focus on unpacking what she had in the box in front of her. But what she could hear was the slow approaching steps of Mia once again.
    She only listened to what the girl had to say, continuing what she was doing and only ignoring eye contact still. Surprisingly Mia had apologized but she still felt as though she should have been wary about something else that wasnt being told to her. She let out a sigh, placing her hands down on her thighs as she stayed on the floor. "Look." she began, her head dropping slightly before turning towards the one she wanted to talk to. "I dont know what the hell that was but I really dont want to see him doing that stuff around here again. I've been wanting to get along so it's good that you got him to leave." she turned her head back to what she was doing putting away the last of what she had in the box, another sigh escaping from her lips as she paused for a single moment with the emptied box sitting in front of her, only rethinking her own words.
    She slowly stood from the floor, grabbing the carboard from the floor in her hands as she did so before turning towards Mia's direction. "Im sorry for making such a scene earlier. I just...didnt know what to expect." she told the girl, heading towards her just as she walked past to continue going towards the front of the house where other empty boxes had been placed within one another, adding another to the pile. She didnt know how their relationship would turn out after that moment, even for the next while ahead. The girl was unpredictable and she could tell that from the start, when she had first seen the girl. Sure she was attractive, hot even, but not one she knew what to do with at all. Her mind was going in too many different directions.


    ooc: you can go to later in the day if you want to after you give a response you may want or something
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    "Don't worry about it." She said with a shake of her head as the other girl walked by her. "Your reaction was understandable. I'm not upset about it or anything." Mia shrugged, turning her head to look behind her as Amy moved past her into another part of the house. She knew fully well that this wasn't going to be the last time she invited somebody into their shared rooms. She could only hope that her roommate would be better receptive of it next time. Perhaps she should take better precaution to make sure that she isn't caught off guard, and actually expects someone to be there? Maybe then she would be more allowing.


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    Mia had been chatting over the course of the day over text with Sammy, and was actually feeling a little bit eager to meet up with the girl. She seemed interesting enough, and they had actually discovered a few interests that they had in common. She always felt like she had more fun with a person if there were actually things to talk about. After all, that was how it was supposed to be, right? Currently, she was mulling over the other's question about if they could possibly see each other tonight. There were only two options, really. Having Sammy come over here, or going over to her place. Either one was fine, really. It was going to have to be up to Amy.


    With a sigh, mostly fueled by laziness and not wanting to get up, Mia stood and left her room to go in search of the other girl. Upon finding her, she attempted to make her voice sound as nice as possible. "Hey, I wanted to meet up with a friend later tonight. Is it alright if she comes here, or would you rather me go over to her place?" Truthfully, she'd rather stay home, but it wouldn't really be worth it if they ended up being kicked out.[/fancypost]
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    For Amy, the day had mostly been her getting situated around the house. Getting to know which room was where, unpacking her things, and getting to know the apartment she would be living in for the time being. However then, she was starting to get hungry. She had gone shopping earlier that day, preparing for their meals as she picked up ingredients they may have needed for any point in time. Any meal it was, she had already picked it up, hoping that she could at least please her new roommate after all that had happened. With all the things she bought, it may have lasted them about a week. Three meals a day. It had only cost her a bit of savings but she was hoping it would be worth it in the end.
    No matter where she had gone, she couldn't help but think of Mia. The girl was such a laid-back, sexual individual that she didn't want any part of and yet she couldn't take her mind off of her. Even while she was cooking. She let out a sigh, wondering if she would even stand a chance. By the looks of the guy, she either knew she had no chance or the girl was just plain straight. Amy hated people to know her sexuality because of how uneasy she felt about it. She felt out of place, almost, just wanting someone like everyone else did. Yet she didn't know why she wanted Mia of all people. To her, she seemed like such a bad influence and yet it was what she liked about the girl. Maybe she could have made her life a bit more enjoyable.
    Thinking about her almost made her jump at the sound of Mja's voice. She stopped stirring what was in the pot, turning around to see her. A "friend"? Does she mean that guy again? But she said "she". Mia's straight, right? And with that guy. So it should be fine. Though shes unpredictable. But we'll never be friends if i keep denying everything. she kept thinking to herself, going back and forth on where she stood on the situation. "I-I guess that's fine. Just...don't tear up the place." she finally spoke, hoping it had just been an actual friend though feeling as if she was going to regret it. She said it as a last-second decision though she knew she couldn't take it back. Instead, she simply turned herself back around and continued stirring the pot as if she had nothing on her mind.


    ooc: sorry ive only been able to do three paragraphs. Ive been trying to find out how to do more but i dont know how to squeeze more into a fourth paragraph yet without rambling. I dont allow myself to go below my minimum lines per paragraph so i dont make mine shorter at all. I just dont know how i can make another of that length without repeatinf myself or just making something else. Maybe i just need more muse to add more detail or something but i dont know
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    As for her promise to behave, well that was iffy. Of course, she would refrain from initiating any full on make-out sessions while in the same part of the house as her roommate. When they were alone though, that might end up being a different story. After all, Sammy was an incredibly attractive, and genuinely sweet girl. Mia wasn't going to be blamed for any choices she might make behind closed doors. She felt bad for what she'd done with Michael, but still couldn't change her nature. She was putting in effort to make living here comfortable for the other girl though.


    With it already having been decided that the two girls could hang out here with Amy's blessing, Mia leaned a bit over the stove, attempting to looking into the pot being stirred. Curiously, she sniffed a bit, attempting to figure out what exactly was in there. "What're you making?" she eventually asked, having given up after not succeeding in figuring anything out. It smelled good, whatever it was. Truth be told, she wasn't really one for cooking. Somehow, she always ended up putting in too much pepper, or burning something. Most meals that she made for herself tended to be some form of instant, microwaveable thing. Eventually, one gets tired of that sort of food. Seeing that Amy could cook properly made her head buzz with delight. She'd have to figure out some way to repay the girl. While not skilled in cooking, Mia did tend to be a bit proud of her baking ability. Maybe she'd make some cookies or something...


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    Again, sorry for the delay.
    I'm getting a new computer within the next two days, and my schedule is getting better finally! c:
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    Amy let out a small breath as she heard the small sound of excitement come from her roommate. She couldn't help but wonder what exactly she had done. Only from the sound, she could assume this girl wanted nothing but more fun and whatever kind that had been, she could only guess. And yet for whatever reason, she had put her faith in her, thinking that her ways may have changed slightly after the incident that had happened not too long ago. It had certainly upset her but to a point, this one only agreed to in order to prove another. There was the question of Mia's sexuality and the question of her own tolerance with what she herself could handle. What was her nature and what was her first instinct on inviting a friend over.
    Slowly she stirred the pot, wondering to herself what else needed to go inside of it though only being distracted by her previous thoughts. Her previous wants and her previous incident. All had flown through her head while her expression stayed fixated on what had been in front of her, only slowing her stir as she watched the curious head sneak a whiff of what she had been taking care of. She couldn't help but let out a small smile in reaction to her interest in what she was doing. Amy was always one to be a helping hand in the kitchen and it helped her become a better cook as well as an active one at that. There was always a pleasant feedback from those who had tasted her cooking and it helped her to continue what she wanted to do.
    "Pasta" she replied, letting go of the spoon to have it land against the rim of the pot. "That's just the sauce that I'm preparing it in." she explained, taking a shuffle towards the pot on the corner of the stove, the boiling water softening fettuccine noodles. She turned off the burner, lifting the pot as she brought it towards the nearby sink and began pouring the water slowly into a strainer, the pasta finding its way out and landing inside the silver bowl. "I'm going to be done this soon so if your friend is coming over here to do something then you guys best get that done before I get done with this." she told Mia, only realizing afterwards that she couldn't take such a statement back. If they had been doing what she didn't want, she had basically just told them to go at it before dinner. She gripped the pot in her hand tighter as she hid her own thoughts and emotions on this matter, the remainder of the noodles now falling out. She placed the pot back onto the stove, shaking the strainer as water dripped through the small holes. If this could get her mind off of her current situation, she was all for it.


    ooc: that's good to hear ^^
    I'm glad things are starting to clear up for you
    oh and also...i may have gotten a little better since the last time we rp'd ^^"
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    She settled back down into the comfy seat she'd been occupying previously, and the smell of Amy's cooking had begun to waft out of the kitchen and through the rest of the house. It was mildly distracting, but she did her best to ignore it, considering that she knew it wasn't even ready to eat yet. She and her stomach were saved by a knock on the door, and Mia jumped up from the chair and waltzed over to open it. With a grin, and a smooth voice, she welcomed Sammy inside. "Amy, she's here!" she called into the other room, before beckoning the girl to follow her to her room. She'd rather take her there, versus simply bothering her roommate by hanging out in the main room, being a nuisance.


    They didn't do much that she believed her roommate would disapprove of, which she was sure Amy would be thankful for if she happened to walk in without knocking. Although, she was pleased to find out that Sammy was as much of a touch oriented person as she, and they spent their time sitting with shoulders and thighs touching, and hands gently caressing as they talked. There wasn't necessarily any motivation behind their touches besides to do just that, although it certainly was nice. And it was impossible to say that there wasn't any flirty glints in either of their eyes. Whatever way it might have appeared, Mia was having a very good time.


    OOC:
    Well that's great, Dear! c: [/fancypost]
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    Amy nodded subtly in response, a soft grin appearing on her features as she continued to stir the pot in slow movements. She knew it would be done sooner rather than later though with the small compliment, she would allow just a bit more time for the two of them to hang out, still hoping in the back of her mind that they wouldn't be doing what she had so feared from them. With that being done, she poured the noodles back into the pot, separate from the sauce as she would combine the two later, later when she decided she had given the two enough time to hang out together as they had hoped to that night
    Her head didn't turn an inch as the arrival was announced, a confirming "Okay" was called in response to this and she listened for the guest to come inside and the door to close soon after. Her head slowly turned to the side, gaze slipping to the corner of her eye as she snuck a small peak at the new face as they walked past towards their room, a feeling a dread looming over her then. It's fine, they're just friends, right? Nothing's going to happen she reassured herself, turning back towards her food as she continued to stir her pot in newfound silence. The new face hadn't seemed harmful at all though it wasn't her entirely that she was worried about. It was Mia.
    Pondering this, she slowly cooked her food, combining the two as she mixed them well, adding seasoning as it was told and distributing the pasta into three plates. I hope I won't regret this she thought as she set the plates on their dining room table. She peered over the three plates, turning herself around as she headed towards the hallway carefully. If Mia had been doing what she had feared then she wouldn't know how to react. It would mean that she was bisexual. It would mean that she had a slight chance though it would also mean that she was going around to whoever she felt like. If she would find the two doing so then she would have to kick the other out once more. Her heart beat faster in anticipation to this moment, slowly heading towards the room as she opened the door carefully, peering inside.
    Her nerves began to relax, seeing the only contact being what their hands had been doing. Of course, she wasn't one to judge, only glad she hadn't found the two kissing in her bed or something similar to this. "T-the food's ready" she let out, realizing she had come in for a few moments only to stay silent before blurting this out. With that said, she backed herself away from the door, heading back towards the dining room with a sigh. Am I really going to have to keep going through this? she wondered to herself, unable to get over the thought of Mia in the back of her mind or even finding what she did earlier that day yet again. The girl was taken, she was certain of that. Or mostly certain. It would merely have to be a question for a later time. Right then, she sat down at the table to prepare to eat the food she had spent time cooking for them.
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    Mia's face lit up once again at the sight and smell of the food on the table, and she was pretty sure that Sammy could tell just by standing next to her. She sort of hoped that Amy could tell too that her cooking was appreciated, and that she was more than eager to eat. "Looks good..." She hummed, directing her smile more towards the girl responsible, before gently ducking her head towards the woman at her side to speak more directly to her. "Let's sit, yeah?" She asked, and was met with a genuine smile, and a nod of agreement. Se was sure that Sammy would be just as appreciative of Amy's efforts, because she was a sweet girl like that. And, also fond of food. Who didn't like good food? And judging by the smell alone, Mia could tell that it would be delicious.


    As they sat, Mia watched as Sammy turned to face her roommate. "Your name's Amy, right? Sorry I didn't get to introduce myself when I first came in. It's nice to meet ya'." The woman said with a polite smile. It was true that Mia probably should have introduced the two girls earlier, but she had been a bit too eager to spend time with her guest, and had instead dragged her into the bedroom. Hopefully, nobody would be too bothered by it. Besides, it wasn't like she was hiding the girl, or thought that they wouldn't get along. Quite the opposite, in fact. She hadn't known either of them for very long, but she got the impression that they were both a bit too kind for their own good. Sammy was just a bit more outgoing, like Mia. She was sure they could have a good time together as well.[/fancypost]
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    Amy directed ahead of the two, leading them slowly towards the dining room as to where she had placed the food. She didn't want to go on without them and so instead she went along with them. Upon sitting down, she looked up towards the two, a smile appearing on her face as she saw the interest in theirs. She was always one to take pride in her food, cooking for those that would appreciate it because of how much this had meant to her in the end. It was always worth the effort afterwards as they had always said.
    She looked down at her own food for a moment before peering back up at the two as they began to sit themselves in the seats around the table. "Yeah, it is" she spoke with a smile then appearing on her face. "What's yours?" she asked then, realizing she hadn't known the girls name either since she had gone into her house earlier. Of course she wasn't going to have this guest stay the night or anything similar and so it was good to have gotten to know her then rather than any other time. It had been dinner after all, a time for people to sit and talk whilst they at food together. Never once did it hurt Amy to make friends, though sometimes it did to have too many of them.


    ooc: okay so, I'm really sorry my muse dropped so much. I was posting here to see if it got back up for me to be able to respond to other threads but it seems like I really cant. I'm just going through a bit of personal issues at the moment so I'm hoping it'll pass soon for me to be able to get back into it. In the meantime you can skip through the talking so this rp isn't just boring back and forth short paragraphs. You can play through the whole dinner thing and then later on if you'd like so you have more to type rather than just responding to what I put down.
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    Dinner passed with a conversation so easy and light, that an outside onlooker might have thought them to be longtime friends. Mia and Sammy were both conscious of proper manners, and therefore helped the cook clear away the table and clean the dishes. Luckily, they had a dishwasher, which made that job much easier. And when they were finished, the two parted ways from Amy, and absentmindedly strolled to the door. They both knew that Mia's roommate would prefer there to be no overnight stays, and for once, she didn't mind that too much. Sammy was good company, and could make a good friend, even if anything more wasn't meant to be between them. For now, they would take it a bit slow and see where things went. Mia was confident she would see the other again before too long.


    With a light, innocent brush of their lips as a goodbye, Sammy took her leave, and Mia gently shut the door behind her. She smiled, just slightly, before turning away on a mission to find her roommate. They hadn't been gone for long, so surely she wouldn't have gotten too far out of the kitchen. It took her less than a minute to find the girl, and her grin widened when she did. "Ooh, I had lots of fun tonight. You're such a good cook, I can't believe it." she practically cooed, the genuine praise spilling sweetly from between her lips. She was using the voice she used when trying to woo a stranger, but wasn't even aware of it this time. She was truly gushing over the girl's abilities, and her tone apparently had a mind of it's own.


    OOC:
    Sure, I don't mind zooming through the dinner. (I'd probably run out of muse just rping the whole thing anyway haha)
    But please, take your time getting through your personal stuff and getting your muse back up and all that. It's not a problem to wait. (I've been a bit busy myself anyway.) I hope everything works out for you, and you get feeling better soon! c:[/fancypost]
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