Triss. [WM]

Triss could have not known the difference between today, or any other seemingly ordinary-looking day. It was clockwork for Triss. Attend class, study, more class, work, and repeat. Well, one couldn't say every day was the same, yet every week was around.. the same thing. Sometimes a fuse blew up and made the smoke alarms go off, and sometimes a computer mouse would catch fire from some angry mage in training but that was simply a part of her weekly routine. It wasn't unexpected, nor indifferent to any other week. She would not have known the difference between one week and the next. Life was, oddly boring for her.

A tiring day at work, and of course it was no place better than the closest fast food chain but it was close enough to campus, and would want someone as inexperienced as herself. Having no previous work experience, obviously. She had used all her time to study to get into her university. Even if it wasn't that good of a place to study, any place was compacted with students doing everything to clamper to a place to study. Now, she was **** to fend for herself in a place she was completely unfamiliar with.

Work was a hellfire, why would it not be for someone with little experience? She was a cat without claws fetching for a toy she'd never catch. Sweaty and exhausted was a mild description. Her uniform was just too tight, and she couldn't afford the fee of getting one in the size above. She didn't live in luxury, if she did she would have worked as a lab assistant to one of the professors and not in a fast food chain she would have been better off. It was easier, earned more, and would technically give her free lessons. But that wasn't her case.

She didn't have a car either. The school offered bicycles to use, but they were so rusty the wheels barely even moved forward. One could buy a new one, but minimum wage was barely enough for rent. She was so lucky Whitney didn't seemingly have a problem with borrowing her items to her. She felt lucky to have someone like Whitney. They had known each other for so long. At some point in the beginning of her teenage years, she had wondered if Whitney ever grew bored of just being with Triss, yet she never seemed to leave. Addicted like a moth to light, it surprised her she hadn't confessed to being in love yet. Triss was completely oblivious to her best friend's crush, she wouldn't have known better either way

Now walking home, the cars speeding beside her pushing leftover heat directly into her face. It made her even warmer as if she wasn't sweaty already. If one hadn't known better, she might as well have looked like she had just had the roughest night of being a prostitute. Yet the simple employee uniform and tight yet loosening bun stated otherwise.

Finally reaching home, their home, the dorm. It was more like a tightly packed row of identical buildings that could almost be compared to something straight out of a nightmare district in Hong Kong. Yet, it was only their dormitories. Built out of brick to conceal the erotic things happening in every other dorm. Maybe not completely soundproof, though. As she walked up the stairs she could hear the **** sounds of most likely some random student jerking off like his life depended on it. She rushed up the stairs faster to avoid having to hear any more of it, and she too tired to deal with her carnal thoughts.

God, how she hated living on the top floor. In the beginning, it seemed like the best opportunity. Until she figured the university couldn't afford an elevator in the dorm buildings. Even worse when she lived on the goddamned seventh floor. Her breath heaving, she sounded like she had just had an asthma attack even though she didn't have asthma. But honestly, who wouldn't, after running up seven floors of stairs? Or to others, she might have sounded like she was extremely turned on. If one was extremely mixed in erotic thoughts themselves, they wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Such a pity to Triss that her best friend and roommate was extremely turned on that night...

Walking to her door she reached for her keys in her sweaty pocket and unlocked the door. Having almost kicked her shoes off as she stepped inside. Just as she entered, she spoke. "I'm Hee--re" Her soft voice broke halfway through as she was still catching her breath. To others, she might have sounded like she was about to have the orgasm of her own life. It was hard to tell the difference between the two scenarios at this point. if there existed a difference, to begin with.

The smell of tuna and something else she couldn't recognize hit her nose like a delicious brick wall. She walked further inside, not having set her eyes on Whitney yet. "Hey- did you make something?" She asked, tail moving slightly from side to side and nose twitching. Growing curious as to what Whitney might have made as if she hadn't guessed already. Still panting heavily, sweaty as she had just come out of the dorm of the guy who was moaning earlier. She truly looked like she could have been between Whitney's legs eating her out then and there. Though, that wasn't her intention. In reality, she was just truly tired. But who would blame Whitney for thinking erotic thoughts? If she experimented with such, she'd figure out her roommate would be very onboard.. even if she enjoyed it or not.