"Why don't we split up? I can carry my own things, and you two need to set up your rooms too, right?"
"If you want to when you're done,"
"You can swing by our room."
"It's number 128."
"Salut!" they say in unison, and lean in, each one kissing one of your cheeks. Then, while you're still reeling, they grab their bags, and head off.
You stand there, blushing, for a while before you gather yourself and your bags, and set off to room 198. When you get there, the door, labeled with two names, Eliza and Anastasia, is open, and you see a brunette is placing lavender in various spots on the room, in small glass vases.
"There." she says, placing one on the nightstand, next to the two beds, which are pushed together and made up with light purple blankets. "And this!" she touches the light, and the shade turns purple.
"Magic?!" you say, surprised that she's already learned some.
She turns around, "Oh, You must be Eliza. I am Ana-STAAAH-zeee-a."
"Are you from a magical family?" you ask, curious as to how she knows magic already.
"No, I'm just a fast learner." she tells you, "When I heard there was a spell that could change things' colors, I really wanted to learn it, because I change my favorite color, like, all the time, and now I can keep everything here my favorite color! Oh, but what's your favorite color?"
"I don't really have one, I guess, I never paid much attention to that."
"So you don't mind if I handle the colors? Thanks!"
You can't help but see her as the popular type, and she probably has way more experience with men then you. Maybe she can give you some advice for dealing with the twins. They kissed you, but they're french, and you think that french people kiss a lot more casually than you're used to.
⚀⚁ + 1 (Care) = 4
"Hey, Anastasia," you say, without thinking, "What does a french kiss mean, for, um, a relationship? Like, does it mean that someone might want to be... more than friends, or can they be platonic?"
She stares at you. "There is no such thing as a platonic french kiss! Did somebody kiss you?"
"Uh, yeah. I met these twins, and they both kissed me."
"Both? Wow! What are their names?"
"Oh, their names are... I don't actually know."
"You don't know? You're a real bad girl type, huh? My friends would totally love you!" she looks closer at you. "Wait, did you kiss them like that? You're not wearing lip gloss or anything!"
"I didn't kiss them, they kissed me." you point out.
"Sure, but you liked it, didn't you? The next time they do it, you should make sure that you're ready."
It sounds to you like she's saying that you should be kissing them on the cheek too. "So I should kiss them back?"
"Hell yeah! They're hot, right?"
It's not like you have to kiss them though, if you don't want to. But do you? You did enjoy the compliments, and you kind of like them.
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