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It was gradual this time, as she caught on to what Emily had said. She did actually, maybe, possibly... In fact burst into giggles this time. If she'd been drinking she would without a doubt be choking on it, or it would have gone up her nose or something equally nasty and comical. "You know- Even if you weren't a cute glowstick- I'd still be able to sense your embarrassment" She sputtered between fits of giggles.

Shaking her head with a wide grin, still recovering. Wheezing even. "If it'll stop you turning into a mopey disco ball, I'll do it." She admitted. "In fact I'm pretty sure I'm a kickass wing-woman, I cheat." She snorted. "You don't seem to mind. Neither do they." She pointed at a table of giggly girls that kept asking the waiter questions whenever he walked past, engaging him as much as humanly possible so they could watch him walk away.

"You don't need me to tell you what they're feeling." She snorted.

The waitress brought over a pitcher of water with a smile and Emily grinned at her, quite uncharacteristically. She was having fun. She helped herself to a glass of water to re-compose herself and ordered a small portion of wings, ordering Skye's as well. "You helped me with the hair, I've got this."

Emily usually liked harassing her friends. Playfully, it was mostly teasing or affectionate abuse, but there was something about teasing Skye that was much more appealing. She liked seeing her blush, and she liked the adorable mixture of happiness and awkwardness it caused. "Of course you can't, I'm always right remember?" 

Smirking she turned and looked right at Skye, raising an eyebrow. "Yes?" She snorted. "I can tell when you're lying remember, even if you don't think so~" That actually wasn't true. Emily wasn't a lie detector. She could sometimes tell if somebody was based on guilt or sudden, conflicting feelings rising to the surface when a person told one... But not everybody was like that. She had this suspicion that she would never be able to read a sociopath, or a trained liar. She also had no idea who she'd react to somebody loopy on painkillers or alcohol, things got muddled in those situations. 

She coughed a little. "There are ways around that." Parties for one. Or Emily's totally legitimate ID that she kept in her room hidden between papers in her drawer. Or bribing an older student. That worked too. "Well considering you are sooooo interested in going to the wings place, lets go there?" She was actually starting to feel hungry now. She was also sort of curious to see how Skye would react in that sort of environment, both because she wanted to see how she dealt with attraction if Emily was going to wing-girl her, and also because she used to work there. 

An experiment. For science. 

Emily felt a little internal flail "I even love the colour! We match!" She'd been smiling so much recently, had to keep suppressing and hiding them. It was exhausting, how did people do this all day with their faces? "You'd carry me." She snorted. "Well, you'd try. You don't look like a body builder." She admitted. She actually didn't know how physical the other girl was, Emily really didn't pay too much attention to those factors of people around her. Actually she was probably a little too lax sometimes when it came to noticing those things. 

"We definitely wouldn't want that." She said as firmly as she could. People might start thinking she was approachable. Ew. 

"I hear 'good pizza' from just about every American I meet that lives around here. And best pizza, and something something pizza. You people are obsessed!" She mini ranted. Emily actually really liked Pizza, it was something really easy to do when you were moving, and it didn't taste bad if it cooled down a little or was just cold because she'd gotten side tracked doing something else. 

"Sorry, my English is showing." 

She smirked even wider at the admission. And the fact that Skye was comfortable. "And just to re-iterate, there is no way you can win." she replied confidently. Feeling a little reflection, and then comfort at being around Emily the Brit felt a warm feeling spreading through her, it was nice to feel trusted, or for people others to feel safe around you.

She snorted at that comment. "So you what you're telling me is that you have absolutely no fashion sense, and buy a ton of clothes to compensate?" She winked, but then added. "I actually kind of really like chokers." It was one of those things. She just thought they were cool. There was one other item of clothing she really liked, but there was no way she was admitting that out-loud to anyone. Ever.

Emily felt a tinge of embarrassment. "It's fine, really. It's just because I was really busy and didn't have time." She lied. It was actually because the cafe and cafeteria were both super mega full of agitated people and she didn't want to give herself a headache. And she left without breakfast because she was running late, from oversleeping. Oops.

"I appreciate the concern though. It's nice to have a real friend." She added without thinking.

.....

"Ok, Wow. That totally wasn't meant to sound anywhere near as sad as it did what I meant was-" She frowned. "I-" Emily was floundering. Awkward.

Emily picked up on the genuine interest from behind her. Along with some... Attraction? She wasn't really a stranger to it, she got checked out a decent amount, and there were always the people that found the 'exotic' accent alluring, but right now most people were laughing, or scared of going to near her. She guessed that some of it had to do with the nature of students, approach angry people with caution.

She'd picked up on the girl that leaned over her shoulder a few times, an unusually confident girl who she was fairly certain had checked several others out, but she'd not paid too close attention to all of that as she was too busy trying (and failing) To kick everyone's ass at Street Fighter.

She was about to let out a snarky response but given that she was the one losing every round. She bit her lip a little as the blue haired girl gave her some tips and tried to take them in.

"Oh." She'd been trying to juggle. No wonder it wasn't working, the game was more about hit confirming and punishing, that made sense. She started playing a little more defensive, and repeating the simple combo that the other girl had showed her and quickly lead to a win against the guy. "Aha, ******* got you!" he actually stumbled backwards a little.

Okay so the people pointing out how seriously she was taking this and joking about it were sort of confused as they'd never seen Emily like this. But it wasn't like she wasn't a competitive person normally... She actually was, but when you were in a roomful of people all excited and anxious and competitive and you literally picked up on the vibe of the room it was easy to get overly competitive!

Besides, she was better than all of these people. She just had to be. It didn't matter that she was more of a Tekken person than a street fighter player. How did all of these people keep doing those ridiculous super moves?!

"****************" As an intern to Gemma Taylor-Cervantes she probably shouldn't have been cursing in front of students. Oops. Her head spun to the boy next to her as the K.O was ringing through her brain, setting her nerves on fire. There was a wave of amusement near her left, pity behind her and a little fear to her right, her eyes flashed to the boy in anger. "Give me another round."

Why couldn't she do the hadoken? Was it that hard?!?! In the back of her mind she felt the boy shrink away a little. Good, maybe she'd have a better chance of winning if he was terrified of her.

The last couple of lectures had been... Interesting. Emily hadn't quite expected as many people as she did to pay attention to her. It wasn't like she'd covered her body in tattoos, or drastically changed her clothing style, or started grabbing for the lecturer's attention all the time or anything. She'd noticed before when something had changed about somebody in the class and people had started paying attention to it.

But really, she'd only dyed her hair purple. What was so shocking about all of it? The people in her immediate vicinity kept glancing over at her all day. Was she not entitled to a very minor style change? Whatever.

Dressed in her usual type of aesthetic of ripped skinny jeans, worn looking boots and an avenged seven-fold shirt, with an open black zip up hoodie and leather jacket, she surprisingly wasn't out of place near the campus with the other students. She leaned against the backside of a bus shelter and was pretty happy with the relatively mild temperature today. It'd been so freezing cold recently that a day where she only couldn't feel her fingers and toes was a hell of a lot better than her entire body.

Skye had been the one to dye her hair of course, their meeting had sort of prompted the whole thing. And she was aware of the semi-makeover Skye had planned, and vaguely what those plans were from conversations the two of them had on the topic. But she'd not actually seen it yet.

Emily pulled out her phone to check if her new friend had sent any messages to say she was running late, or if she was more or less on time. It had made sense to meet on a friday afternoon at the edge of campus, it'd be easy to get into the city and do something fun. At least, she hoped it was fun and didn't just result in another migraine. Emily let out an exaggerated huff into the air just to see her breath in the air, doing her best toignore the dozens of people walking past her in various states of exhaustion, irritation or other unpleasant emotions waiting a little impatiently.