[centre][color=PeachPuff][h3]Emily[/h3][/color]

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Emily hated this. These feelings inside of her were hateful! Even though she was sobbing into the shoulder of the girl she came to know as Anastasia, she wasn't feeling too amused with the girl - who keeps those sort of feelings locked up so whenever someone comes poking around your mind, they leap up and maul you like a bear with anger problems!? This Anastasia was an inconsiderate lout of a panty-thieving alien!

Nevertheless, Emily continued to sob against her, finding a weird comfort in the action as the taller girl wrapped her arms around her, whispering gentle words down into her ear. It felt oddly motherly to her which was a weird sensation. After all, how the hell could panty-thieving aliens be motherly?

After around ten minutes, the emotions that she had adopted seemed to fade away as she sat up, shrugging the towel about herself for warmth as her blood red eyes flicked open once more. They had already taken up the same, uncaring look as before so when she fixed them on Anastasia, she looked a little odd. Even if this one was an alien, she liked her but what she saw in her memories only served to heighten Emily's curiosity; she wanted to know who the voice was and more importantly, what it had to do with the other blonde. Granted, that would take a lot of work and from her research, she had concluded that humans typically don't like strange blonde girls holding their faces for prolonged periods of time. Maybe she could bait Anastasia in?

[color=PeachPuff]"Hmm..."[/color]

Getting to her feet, she turned to the other girl with the cute uniform and after giving her a perplexed glare (almost as if she was the one intruding), Emily ducked down and grabbed her book before turning and padding to their wardrobe. Once she has successfully nabbed Anastasia's hairdryer, she turned to them, once again raising the hairdryer and cocking her head to the left.

[color=PeachPuff]"Hairdryer? Mhm."[/color]

With that, Emily lifted her book and left their room, presumably leaving both of them dumbfounded and devoid of a hairdryer. When she returned to her own room, she was calmed by the fact that the furry woman was gone. Due to the fact that the mating calls of the giraffe has already died down and her giraffe-crazed roommate was gone, she could only guess what was going on. Emily did not have a particularly vivid imagination.

Twenty minutes later, she left the dorm, seemingly dressed appropriately for the first time that morning. How Emily gained the cognitive complexity to dress herself was a mystery that scientists often tolled over for many years to follow yet they never did find evidence to back up any of their hypothesis.

How she found the biology class was an even greater mystery but nevertheless, she appeared just as the bell rung out that class had begun. Padding into the room with her slightly warped looking copy of [i]Love Slave for Two[/i], Emily peeked up at the art that adorned the board, her eyes blinking in silent confusion as she pondered the work of art.

[color=PeachPuff]"Hmm..."[/color]

The board seemed to captivate her before she turned her head to the right, dragging the teacher her line of vision. She was cute. She could definitely fit into a number of erotic literature roles, especially with those curves and her wild eyes. It was definite - this woman was the most trustworthy person she had met so far and she was clearly in no immediate danger when around her.

Frowning, she turned with a yawn and found an empty seat before sliding down into it, unceremoniously resting her head down onto the desk and falling asleep. Right in the middle of class.