Dreadful Etiquette

"Gaige~"
The first thing one would notice - dark giggles seemingly coming from the walls could be heard even before Gaige had gone to la his head. The first word - it seemed almost ghostlike, the way it was said. So softly, yet it was uningnorable.
The second thing one would notice - if one was paying attention, it seemed almost as if, in the shadows of the building in twilight, someone was moving. That's because they were - the silhouette of a girl was visible, inching along the edges of the bricks where the shadows touched.
From her position though, nothing mattered except a certain window, on one of the upper levels of the dorm building. There, among the sheets, lay a certain boy whom she had immediately taken a liking to, after only a conversation or two. Their conversations were in unmatching sync. Or so she liked to think.
R watched intently as the light from that window suddenly flickered out, seizing her chance. With the amount of light that hit the window, no way was she able to get through it.... Luckily, she had another plan in mind. A slightly deranged smile spread across her lips.
Somewhere inside her dark-colored coat was a bolt cutter. That would easily break the flimsy locks. She knew - she'd tried it on her own window earlier, before immediately replacing hers with a stronger lock.
Inching towards the window, the butterflies in her stomach seemed to have grown tenfold. She was so close - so FRUSTRATINGLY close to him, so close she could have reached out and touched him.
If the window wasn't in the way.
But that would be taken care of soon. Sliding her hands down her coat one last time, checking for dirt and other unsightly things, she sighed. Her first visit to his dorm. He'd love it - they were meant to spend some time together.
He just didn't know that yet.
Well, she thought, as good a time as any to let him know.
SNAP!

Well. That wasn't what she had expected.
Fear, maybe. Loathing? Definitely. Even another flirt she would have maaaybe expected. But this? She almost felt... No - she decided, no. Although not what she expected, it only made Gaige all the more cute, and made her all the more willing to pursue him. Lord, even the way he rubbed his head was so cute!
In any case. She composed herself and gave a little wave back, looking for all the world like an innocent girl. Then, with a giggle, she swung the window open and clambered into his dorm room, being careful to make her footprints as quiet as possible. "Sorry for coming in through the window - dreadful etiquette, I know." At this, her innocent smile turned into a smirk. "I just wanted to say -"
And then it occurred to her - he'd rolled back over, and was now dozing off once again, muttering something about her being a nice person. And something about the situation being funny to him?
"???"
R was utterly confused. And a little annoyed. That wasn't supposed to happen. Not in her mind, it wasn't. And she had planned it out meticoulously, too! She supposed, though, that she'd let it slide - it was Gaige, after all. She stepped closer to his bed, even closer to him now, deciding to maybe try again. "Wake up~"

There he sat, finally realizing, she assumed, that it wasn't a dream. That she really was here with him, as someone who had just broken into his dorm. She almost wanted to laugh. Now it made sense. He thought she was a dream. Well, she obviously wasn't. "The door was locked, and I figured, why bother you with light flooding through your door?" She could have always kicked the door open by force, but then that wouldn't have been too pleasant, would it have been? She chose to ignore his increasingly tense facial expression as she sat crosslegged on the floor. A short silence passed, in which R tried to muster up the nerve to actually talk to him. Something witty, something that would make him like her.
"It doesn't matter what I am," R said finally, tentatively, "but what you make of me, really. Matter of perspective." She stretched herself out, now more comfortable. The pleats of her long coat spread around her in a circle - it actually made for a very cozy seat. "ANd yeah, I was hoping you could help me with..." Think, think... After a few seconds she held up the only thing she had on hand that needed fixing - a tiny little nail file which had broken in two, the sharp metal point gleaming in the dim light. "I've tried to p-put it together... Nothing works." That wasn't necessarily true, she thought - she had tried to put it together using tape, but the tape, while securing the point, irked R to no end.

Compsure.
It was a good, important tool.
And one that R seemed to lack in that moment. However, it came back in the next and adopting a confident air, she began to speak again. "I didn't see the obvious solution, I guess. I DID actually ask the desk where your room was." Now, this was a bold-faced lie, but she pulled it off extremely well. " They directed me here, but I couldn't get the door open, as I said. It was locked." With that, she took the nail file and settled down even further. "Thank you... IS there anyone that's bothering you, by any chance? I could be - I could offer my services to you, as protector. Wouldn't that be nice?" This was it, the calm before the storm. If the offer was accepted, she was good to go. If not? Well... She'd have to take measures. Measures she didn't want to take.
But she would. If she must. "No one will bother you again. I'll kick their asses." Her smirk became playful. How nice would that be.

For a split second, it seemed as if her gaze was a liiiiittle bit more than friendly. More... slightly crazed. More dangerous. More...? Another emotion she couldn't - or wouldn't - place. "I could have knocked... but then that would alert the others." Doors, she thought, made noise. Noise made trouble. Trouble made her flee. And fleeing would make her heartbroken. The moral? Never use doors. In her experience it just lead to trouble. "And the front told me to be quiet, so naturally I complied." She shrugged, and the craze in her eyes seemed to dissipate. Not completely - not by a long shot - but enough to make it look like she was innocent. "There are some very bad people on this island, Gaige. Veeery bad people." She liked to think she was 'helping' him - but she knew very well she might just be one of them. "I'm worried about you, Gaige." R made no mention of her full name, nor of her tiredness - in reality she was extremely tired, but just knowing and seeing that she was close to the object of her affections kept her wide awake in anticipation. "And it... wasn't exactly an offer you can refuse." Something about her voice definitely seemed off, although she didn't mind any.
She took a look around the slightly cluttered room. Pieces of metal lay strewn around in piles, along with more clutter, in general, characteristic of typical people.
She wasn't a typical person.
"Oh, believe me," she said, switching over to a slightly thicker voice and leaning slightly back on her hands. "I could sit here for a while, just listening to you... all night, in fact..."