Private Hello There

"Gods, I hope I look cute."

The faun girl spun around in the mirror behind the door, her antlers dangerously close to bashing it in, and admired herself. She'd picked out a cute, flowy sort of tank that draped nicely over her bottom half. Not that she needed to hide it - the fur on her legs more than covered it already, but hey, it looked good, so why not?
Did it look good enough, though?

"Ugh." She was about to take it off and try another one on when she heard the door handle twist. In the span of a second, she let go of her shirt's hem - guess I'm wearing this - and barely even had time to turn around and step to the doorframe before a familiar catgirl practically threw herself at her. Chris stepped back in surprise, struggling to stabilize the two of them before the catgirl pressed a peck to her.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, kitty cat," she laughed before she pulled Shiro into the dorm. "What are you waiting for? Make yourself comfortable, girl!"

"Kitty, we both know I'm a solid 10." Sassy faun girl grinned. "Why are you surprised anymore?" Now that her girlfriend was here, she could pump up the charm and the self-love (okay maybe it was arrogance, but whatever!). That word - girlfriend - still sounded almost alien to her. It was a commitment. A loose one, to be sure, but a commitment nonetheless.

As she walked to the kitchen, the catgirl followed, sidling up beside her and pecking her, this time on the cheek. Cute without meaning to be. Or had she meant to be this cute? The faun turned her head to look back at the kitty girl. "Your hot girlfriend's been up to some fuckery." With a wink, she grabbed ahold of and opened the fridge door.

"Ta-da!"

Inside the fridge were bottles of "pop" - though their contents were admittedly not.

"Brad on 40 gave them to me. Such a reliable guy, even after 13 years. Drinks on me," she supplied with a shit-eating grin. "Oh, and don't tell old Dorm Fart. I'd get in mondo trouble if you did." She herself grabbed a bottle of "coke" and stepped back to lean on the kitchen island causally.

"I think....this might be the first time being here without immediately jumping on you....well, I did just jump on you, but I meant the other way."

Chris just laughed, eyes crinkling up. "Guess it is. Enjoying the view from up high?"

"Damn right. This stuff isn't the best... but it's the cheapest. For the taste, obviously. This one's a rum and Coke... that one's a whiskey ginger ale, I think? that one's spiced rum and 7... and then some good old beer if you want that. Oh, and there's like regular stuff in there too." She pointed to the bottles as she spoke, naming them in sequence, and finishing off with a dismissive hand wave. "My diet's not 100% fun like that. I can make some tea if you want."

Chris smiled as Shiro leaned on her, which really meant that Chris was holding onto the table with a fair amount of strength so as not to let Shiro fall off. She'd meant to insinuate that Shiro would have had a close-up view of the walls... or the couch.. or the anywhere, really, so viewing it from up here would be a change... but Chris played along anyway.

"Not compared to me, you're not. You're tiny." A laugh, as she twisted the lid off her "coke" and took a sip. "Mmm. Never gets old."

"Not a saint, just a kick-ass faun." Another swig from her bottle as she grinned, turning her head to look at the cat girl. "Besides, I'd be selfish and disrespecting Dionysus if I didn't share." A laugh, light as air.

Though she'd caught Shiro's coughing after taking a drink of the mixed bottle, she dismissed it easily. Liquor did that to a person the first time they drank.

"Whatcha got planned for tonight?" Shiro asked, once she got over her little coughing fit.

"You know, the usual - sitting around and just chilling. Unless you wanna get really crazy and go out on the town?" The antlered girl winked at her girlfriend - it still felt weird to say that, girlfriend. Like they were exclusive, even though it was open. The arms around her moved as Shiro adjusted so that she didn't put as much weight onto Chris, and she was grateful for that. What Shiro told her next though made her laugh a little. "You know how to cook? Like, actually cook?"

Japanese dishes, hm...? That would make sense and all, but... "I've never had Japanese food," Chris commented, though her tone was curious rather than fearful. One of her fingers came to graze her chin in thought. "Wonder if it's vegan... haha. Are you sure you wanna cook for a fussy girl like me?" Though mostly meant in jest, there was a sliver of worry that nagged at the part of her brain that really liked Shiro.

"Oooh! We can make a day out of it - do some shopping, have some fun, come back and eat... and then you for dessert." The excitement in Chris' voice was evident - she'd really needed to get out of the dorm but lately she just hadn't been feeling it. Going out alone was kind of depressing, actually. But now that she had to go shopping - and not alone - the prospect was appealing.

Another swig, another cough from Shiro. Yeah, whiskey burnt going down. Maybe she should have given her tea instead. "It sounds sorta... romantic, y'know."

Yeah. It did.

"Now that you mention it... kind of, yeah." A sort of awkwardness seeped into her gestures, which she attempted to cure by taking another swig of her own drink, feeling the burn as it slid down her throat.