fire and brimstone [o]

Unlike the majority of people that go to the nurse's office, Rosalyn only went there when she was sick. Today, she had gone there because of this headache that just wouldn't go away no matter what she did. She could barely concentrate in class, and so deemed it necessary to go to the nurse's office and just have a lay down.

The bed she had picked was the one that had the most sun, and even then it was only a little bit of it. But, it was better than no sun, at least for her. Some people were cave hermits who hated the sun. She wasn't one of them. She didn't know whether it was because she was a phoenix and so had a natural liking for heat, warmth and fire, or whether she just genuinely liked it because... well, she liked it?

Arm over her eyes, the sound of whistling alerted her from her light doze. She moved her head a little, just enough so that she could see who entered the room and behold, Finley Aberdeen, the shortest basketball player in the history of shortest basketball players. She made no greeting as her arm was laid back over her eyes. Then, she heard a "Hey". What? Probably not directed at her. Wait, it was? Rosalyn couldn't hold back a grunt when she was pushed slightly. It was more like a groan, really.

Sitting up - a hand lightly massaging the side of her head as she did so - the red-head looked at Finley, squinting at him a little. Jeez, what was his problem? "I didn't see a reservation sign?" Though it was meant jokingly, it came out a bit pained. Her headache had just gotten worse with sitting up. Great.

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This guy was nuts. She knew he had a reputation for being, well, an arrogant and immature little shit. Fortunately for her, she had been able to avoid the little bug - until today that is. Though to be honest, he probably wasn't that bad. Everyone had a redeeming quality of some kind. Maybe.

But back to the point of him being nuts - he just voiced his thoughts at loud. Who was he talking to, himself? Or maybe some hallucination he was seeing? It wouldn't surprise her, in this crackpot of a school. Regardless, the glare didn't do much to deter her. If he started picking fights with her, well, she had her trusty sword in its sheath, leaning against the bed. Whacking him with it would be a lot better than any pixie-powered punch he'd throw at her.

The hell though. She didn't want to start a fight, but this headache was making her grumpy. "Apparently, not everyone does. I've seen a lot of people on this bed that weren't you." And she also had the misfortune of walking in on a couple having sex on this bed. That was awkward, but kind of funny at the same time. It didn't take Rosalyn long to decide that she'll move for the bullheaded pixie. A fight with a headache wouldn't make said headache better. She had even swung her legs off the bed, letting her feet touch the floor, when he asked a bitchy impatient, "Well?"

"Give me a moment." It came out harsher than she intended, but her bad mood was getting worse and worse with each passing second. Still, when she meant moment, she meant it. Rosalyn stood up - finding some pleasure in the height difference - and grabbed her sword, heading to the next bed over, immediately flopping down on top of it and turning her head to look at Finley. "There. Happy?" He'd better be, or she was going to try and force herself to spontaneously combust on his ass.

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Well, apparently they didn't. Rosalyn simply raised an eyebrow at 'Finny Aberdeen', then nodded with her lips pressed together, as though saying "Sure, whatever you say." Which, she basically was. She just didn't deem it necessary to say it out loud. That, aaand she was more focused on not falling too far forwards and landing flat on the floor as she stood to move to another bed.

If it didn't hurt her head, the sound of a 'hmm' from Finley would've elicited an eyeroll from Rosalyn. But, she refrained from doing so as he thought about whatever else she could do for him. Which, she wouldn't do. Right now, she was more focused on keeping herself happy. As she looked back over to the blond, Rosalyn was met with diabetes-inducing cuteness as he batted his eyelids. Nope. On any other day - maybe if she had thrown up instead of gotten a headache - she might've tucked him in and dumped a pillow on top of his head. Today, she wasn't getting up. "Maybe if I didn't have a killer headache." She almost hoped to get a 'rich kid gets his wish rejected' reaction.

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