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Emily's cheeks flushed in more. She quickly snapped the door shut and stepped over towards the bed. Just sitting on the corner for a minute. "I uh-" She sat, closing her eyes thinking for a moment, before Skye carried on talking it was cute? She felt her chest tighten.

"I-" She paused again. Damn thoughts caught in her throat. "I don't mind. Not if it's you saying it." Wha- Oh crap. That came out much faster than she had intended it to.

Her hands gently gripped her knees, she looked down at them, purple locks clouding her vision. She cleared her throat slowly. "Yeah, maybe. That'd be good."

"Two people just beating the crap out of eachother for a crowd? Sounds juvenile and fun." She scooted a little closer to Skye.

Emily nodded appreciatively. Gemma seemed to be more than willing to both give her the time and space to work things out, but also offer quiet support. She really was good at this. Emily had wondered for a little while how long she'd been doing this, but wasn't so crass as to just outright come out and ask what Gemma's age was.

Emily didn't need her empathy to feel the reassurance Gemma was sending her way, nor work out that asking her to sit in on a conversation with a mansion student was an exercise in trust. She actually blushed a little, in surprise to herself. "Okay. Thank you." She began psyching herself up. Yeah. She could do this. Take some notes, not look threatening, impress Gemma and learn something about how she did this whole thing.

And then she almost jumped out of her skin when the door was knocked on. Emily was so used to relying on her power she didn't even notice someone coming in-

Alice??? Surely not. Surely there was another Alice, the odds of Gemma inviting the one student that Emily was both friends with, and knew was getting up to things she should be was-

Shit.

She blinked slowly for a moment. "Er. I'm not in trouble, as far as I know. Why, have you done something?" She narrowed her eyes a little before realising her boss was next to her. She lowered her voice for a quick moment, though Alice would probably hear her anyway. "So you know how I was trying to be a little more social with students here? Alice is one of the people I've been spending time with."

Oh god. Oh god. A string of curse words.

How to play this how to play this... Emily paced around her room in circles, occasionally glancing at the mirror and assuring herself that she looked fine. Okay. So she did really want to see Skye, obviously. That was part of the purpose of the text. She just hadn't expected it so soon. And the last few times she'd had someone over for movies it had been a date.

Was this a date? If it was she definitely couldn't let it go the way the others had. She wasn't having a repeat with Skye, no matter what. Not only could she not go through all that crap again, she definitely wasn't losing Skye.

Emily actually sense Skye coming before she got there. It was pretty obvious who it was. So much... excitement. Little sprinkles of other emotions in there, mostly positive. She swung the door open as the second knock was happening and stood there, raising an eyebrow at her friend before chuckling.

"I am so overdressed for hanging out. Don't judge me." She smiled a little timidly. "Come in." Her music was still blaring. Oops.

Being an empath and being romantically entangled with another person was... complex. Putting it lightly, but none the less it was true. Emily could tell if a partner was being honest about things, could feel their private sadness, often tell when they had serious misgivings and whether or not what they said they felt for her was genuine. And then there was the whole ethics debate around that which gave her a headache even before bringing affection and love into the esoteric equation.

Being an empath romantically entangled with Skye Sinclaire was something else entirely. Skye almost literally wore her feelings on her sleeve. Emily would've been able to work out Skye's feelings even if the Brit hadn't been able to literally sense them. She liked to think so anyway.

It had taken her significantly longer to dissect and investigate her own feelings however, they were a whole other ball park of twisted web. She had in fact, caught the feelings for Skye.

After the night including gaming and feelings and tipsy make outs, she'd wanted to give Skye space to work out what she really wanted. Emily knew that on a raw, emotional level Skye wanted her. And that made her happy and blush at the same time. However Skye's thoughts were another matter entirely, what she thought about what she wanted could be something more confusing and convoluted that Emily was not privy to.

And so. She'd given her space. She thought that had been pretty clear, she'd hugged Skye when they woke up, and not said anything. Did that not communicate the giving of space? Perhaps Americans were just by nature a little slower in the art of subtlety and subtext.

It had been too long. She wanted to see her friend. Girlfriend. Romantic person. Whatever they were. It didn't really matter that much to her, she just knew that she would like to see her friend. But Skye wasn't biting.

A blitz of halestorm radiated outwards from her speakers while she paced around. She'd thought about getting an apartment in the city a few times, but she'd need a quiet-ish building, and that might prove difficult. Thankfully it was still the holidays, so she was able to get away with it.

To take her mind off of things she'd been binging horror movies. That's right, horror. The Grinch didn't distract her nearly as well as Jason Vorhees tearing through a camp of frisky teenagers. She was just about to queue up a remake of a classic of some description that was probably somewhere between middling and terrible, Lizzy Hale's powerful vocals still backing her angst, when she realised she'd never asked Skye what her preferences were with movies. F--- it.

What do you think of Horror?
The movies...
I'm about to watch a remake of one of carpenter's classics, or a prequel or something. It's got that chick from Scot Pilgrim in it.

She put her phone away. Message sent. She definitely didn't steal several more glanced at the screen in the next 30 seconds, waiting for the little indication that a person was typing a reply. Nope. Did not do that.

Emily was glad that she was finding so much common ground with Alice. Her relationship with Skye wasn't really founded so much on shared hobbies or thoughts as personality interest and a little admitted altruism on Emily's part. Wanting Skye to learn to like herself and stop wallowing in sadness and all that. Somehow she didn't think Alice would be suffering from problems like that, which amused her.

She nodded, she could understand. It was probably part of the reason that it took her and dad so long to literally get anywhere. But that was kinda part of the fun, she always had it to look forwards to with him, and that made her want to smile. She didn't, of course. It wouldn't do to randomly smile around Alice. Firstly, she might work out some of Emily's internal dialogue, secondly she might get funny ideas about Emily being attracted to her. "Clearly not for everyone."

Emily hadn't read a good book in ages. She had started reading initially when her powers created her sleeping issues, but after meeting with a nice art teacher she'd been encouraged to start drawing and painting more and as a result Emily had began practicing that as a result. "I'm surprised you do much reading." She teased.

Okay, it was at the very least highly distracting. "Er... Alice, I only barely won last time, there are so many people in here it's hard enough for me to concentrate as it is." Her attention was even more divided than normal.

Emily nodded in agreement. "Oh yeah, for sure. There is something to dissect with people behaving that way." She thought about it. "The whole repressed feelings and rejection thing. Like the whole old stereotype of the closeted homosexual acting homophobic." She had sometimes wondered how much of that was true with people. She suspected it was definitely more people than not the idiom held true for.

She felt like high fiving Alice. "That's exactly what I do! It works most of the time. My one of my lecturer's tried to deflect it, but I could tell it shut him down internally pretty hard." She wondered if he had a crush on a student or something and didn't want people to know about it... It seemed like it was all the people with hidden shame that behaved that way, or that were up to something nefarious. After all, why protest if you've nothing to hide?

"Well that's something at least. My dad is cool, he's the one that got me into games to begin with. We play a monster hunting thing together online every now and then." She admitted. They tried to anyway, they both kind of sucked. Progress was hard.

She blinked a few times, examining her hud? casually. "Ooooh. You're name is cute, and appealing to your personality. That's for sure." Alice seemed like a mischievous cat to Emily and there was the whole Carrol connection there, so it totally worked. Emily snorted at her own name when she examined it.

She slowly adjusted to it. "I think you'd be surprised, I'm used to having a literal whole extra sense, I don't disorient that easily." She had admittedly when she first got her power, but she'd gone through this before. "Whoa, you were not joking. This is crazy." She had a goofy grin plastered across her lips. "Colourful hair and cool powers." She shook her head in amusement.