Go see how Miranda's doing

So, from what Lexi said, and the general vibe of Miranda's angry note taking during Stealth class, you can gather that she's pretty miffed about Lexi making their room all messy again yesterday. The extent of the miff, though, is in question. So you wanna go and see how she's doing, and if you can help out at all. Like a good friend!

She opens her dorm room door to let you in pretty quickly after you knock on it. Without a word, she turns, huffs, and marches over to plonk herself backwards onto her bed with a huff, arms crossed. It looks like she's definitely mad.

"How's it going?" You try, while simultaneously trying a second thing which is waving your voice up and down as you talk. Like 'HOOWww's it GOOOingGG?'. It's not bad, you might do that some more some time. HOOWww's it GOOOingGG?

Without rising, Miranda gestures around the room at all of the various instruments strewn about the space. It looks like Lexi might've had a jam session at some point, which must've involved playing multiple parts and just keeping them each in your head so that they could combine together. It means she's got a good imagination, which is nice, but Miranda doesn't see it that way.

"It was so cleeeannn...." Miranda whines, reaching up to take off her glasses and wipe at her eyes with a sniff. "It was barely even for a dayyy....."

You nod responsively, even though Miranda is currently looking at the ceiling and has a hand in front of her eyes. Seems like things could be going better for her, for sure.

"Is a messy room super bad, then?" You ask. "If you think about it, doesn't that just mean that you have a lot of cool stuff that you like to use?"

"WE COULD HAVE COOL STUFF AND KEEP IT ORGANISSEEEDDDD!!" Miranda wails. You're not getting through to her.

"...Hey, I know!" You say after a brief pause to think, bapping a closed fist against your palm. "What if I helped you clean it up, just a bit?" You ask. "But not too much, you know? Just enough to where it's cleaner, but Lexi doesn't notice, so she won't make it messy again."

Miranda sits up on the bed with another sniff and looks at you, blinking away some moisture.

"Do you think that would work?" She asks, rubbing at her eye again. You nod enthusiastically, even though you have no idea, Cameron is the only person you've ever properly shared living space with. Well, Cameron and Ben, if sleepovers count. And that time you stayed at his for ages because you thought you'd failed to get into Coinpilfer University. Still, the point is, you've never shared living space with Lexi. Cameron owns, like, two things.

Still, it's encouraging enough to get Miranda to rise up out of bed sluggishly, and trod her way towards you before falling onto you in an exhausted thank you hug. You return it, except for that when you do it, it's more like a you're welcome hug. With that, the two of you set to work lifting and rearranging just a few things from the room -- like some of Lexi's pile of used clothes, which is way bigger than it should be for the four days of this week and even the nine days total that you've been here. She must get changed a lot.

You move the workbooks, the electric keyboard, and just some of the speakers are shifted into a corner. It doesn't take long, and you can already tell that Miranda's mood is improved greatly by the end -- plus, the space does feel a bit more open now, as well. Unfortunately, with the dissipation of Miranda's intense emotion of 'im mad', that also means she goes back to her normal self again. Which is the exact same as her 'im mad' self, minus some of the willingness to speak confidently.

Putting the last acoustic guitar up leaning in the corner, Miranda turns to you, face a bit red and eyes locked onto the ground.

"H-hey, th-thanks, Debbie." She says, fiddling with her fingers a bit. "That was really- you were- that was really nice, s-so, thank you. For being nice."

You strike a big thumbs up pose, and hope she can see it out of her peripheral, because to be honest it's the best you've ever done to date. Wish there was a mirror or something so you could've seen for yourself.

"A-and sorry if I was being a bit whiny." She adds. "Lexi's actually a really really cool roommate, and super nice and considerate aside from being messy, s-so.... that was.... y-you know...."

You strike a second thumbs up pose, hoping to cash in on the momentum, but honestly it's just about impossible to follow up that last performance you had and this time around you're glad that nobody saw it. Ah, crap, Miranda looked up for it, so she probably saw. And now she's got a little smile on her face, too, which might be appreciative, but it could also be mocking you for how bad of a sequel that thumbs up pose was just now.

"It's all good!" You blurt out, trying to draw her attention away from your pose to be safe. You wipe your hands down on your blazer. "That's what classmates and friends are for!"

Miranda's blush deepens and she looks down to her feet again silently. Taking that as a cue to be on your way again, and barely fighting off a big blush yourself after humiliating yourself like that, you turn on your heel and march triumphantly out of the room and into the hallway, waving goodbye backwards over your shoulder in case she looks up.