Private Dates and Interruptions

Tilly had a rough night.

Though she and Alt had dealt with the cornerhound issue, Tilly was drained from the experience. She had nearly been killed in that endeavor, and hadn't slept in the days that came before it. She was tired and harrowed. Her

So it wasn't until she tumbled out of bed and stumbled to the door to find her date waiting for her that she realized her folly. She'd completely forgotten about her date with Shiro.
"Uhh, hey." She said dumbly, wiping the sleep from her eyes. "I was, uh, just finishing up. Come on in." She said. It was a boldfaced lie, but she didn't want Shiro to feel like she had forgotten.

She opened the door and lead Shiro into her room, which she was in the process of packing up, since she had a whole lot of stuff and was moving out to start college soon. Boxes littered the floor, half-packed, but some remnants of her personality still filled the cozy little space. Candles lit the whole room, and her Tim Currey still stared down from a lone Rocky Horror poster. Various magical acoutromants hung out of open boxes.

"Uh, go ahead and have a seat." She said, gesturing towards the couch. She had showered the night before, to get all of the Outsider guts out of her hair, so she was fine in that department. She brushed out her hair as best she could, then threw together an outfit. She threw on an old Karl Marx t-shirt that read "Eat the rich," along with a pair of ripped up jeans. She didn't usually buy jeans in that style, these ones had actually been torn to shreds by monsters.

She didn't even bother with the hat this time, but still she scooped up her staff and rod, just in case.

She burst out of her room, not even having bothered to shut the door behind her, and breathed a sigh of exasperation.
"Okay, I'm good!"

”Not the dorms, actually.” Tilly called as she got changed, kicking the door closed behind her. Despite the fact that she was pretty much beyond the point of requiring modesty, Tilly still felt weird about stuff like that. ”I got my own place. It’s a cozy little coffin in town. I figure it’s easier for me to live off school grounds. Plus, I can actually ward this place and the landlord doesn’t care!” Despite her concern, the academy’s own defenses had never failed her yet. Technically, the only trouble she’d ever gotten to had been off school grounds, but it was a point of wizardly pride for Tilly to be able to defend herself.

”Honestly, I can’t decide between my majors. Like, magical studies seems obvious, but magical theory is so interesting, and then there’s magical history-” She rattled off a list of wizardly college majors long enough to make anyone’s head spin, absentmindedly tucking her blasting rod into her back pocket the way she always did, and calling her staff to her free hand on a gust of wind. She took Shiro’s arm the wrong way, as if she were going to do a do-si-do, but she didn’t seem to know she’d fouled that up.

”Not the real kind. I’ve had that stuff they serve at buffets with crab meat and cream cheese though.” She said, making a face. ”Not really my thing. Or maybe it was just bad crab.”