Time To Get Ready. [WM]

The next morning rolled around too quickly for Triss, obviously still tired. Her body was exhausted after having been completely drained of any sort of energy, she needed sleep.. and a lot of it. She was usually a light sleeper with her heightened sense of smell and hearing, yet today she slept in so much more than she usually did. She was lucky that she didn't have any early classes today. Actually, her schedule was mostly free today.. apart from that experiment, the one class.

It was less of an experiment and more of a.. eh, homework thing. They were given a task to do, then they had to replicate it. Even if Triss wasn't a magic user, and would probably never be one, but since she did magic sciences she had to learn a lot about such. They weren't allowed to use magic if one possessed it but were supposed to replicate the attributes of something magic-related to see how closely they could replicate said object. Her assignment happened to be a curse...

She was planning on a growth curse, she had already made the spell, to specify. She had already made and delivered the homework, but it was fun to take the leftovers to her roommate to test them out on her. Last time, Whitney had grown a beard from the experiment Triss brought home. Triss had mixed the contents of yeti hair and a few other ingredients and got a good laugh for a reaction. They had been told by the professors to not do such activities, constantly warning of how dangerous it could be. Yet nobody had experienced such drastic things yet... at least so far.

She got up from bed, needing a quick shower to get the smell of her soft skin. She wasn't as sensitive anymore, the shower being quick. She put on a bathrobe and walked outside of the bathroom and to her bedroom, reaching into the drawer to pull out the cleanest of her underwear and a bra that was bearable to wear on such a hot day. She could smell the hint of breakfast, following her nose through each room she went into. She grew even stronger as she put on her short dress and headed to their open area, the living room and kitchen.

She could already smell what was for breakfast, but the conversation was always nice. "Whatcha making?" She asked, sitting down on one of the cheap chairs that squawked under her weight. Her outfit was awfully revealing, every step looked like her breasts might bounce out and her skirt might blow up from the weakest gust of wind. Even if it wasn't on purpose, it truly looked like it was intentional after the last night they had together.