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Hm. Jory eyed the man, finding her first impression of him to be a good one. He was maybe overly nice, but that wasn't really a bad thing. By the sounds of it, his time with sports was in the past, which meant one topic that Jory had an easy time with that wouldn't be easily available. Ah well, she could talk about more than just sports. At least, she liked to think that.

Like cooking. He seemed adept at it from the bit she had seen so far. Not that she was particularly good at it though. She'd come off as slightly ignorant, but was interested enough in the subject that it might work.

A faint, foul smell tickled the girl's nose, redirecting her thoughts. She glanced back to the boy's food for a second--definitely not that. It was coming from elsewhere.

Jory pushed back her chair to get up and investigate further, but was run into from behind. She felt her temple twitch as she sucked in air and spun around, ready to give a piece of her mind to a second person today.

[color=25f59e]"Watch where you step, you--"[/color]

The girl trailed off, seeing the one who had bumped into her--a woman with long silver hair. The newcomer began to apologize, a bit flustered, but it mostly went in one ear and out the other for Jory. 

She was cute.

Jory's cheeks began to warm again.

Cute, but like, [i]objectively[/i]. From a totally unbiased perspective, save for an attraction to females. Not [i]specifically[/i] Jory herself or anything, of course. Of course. Just... she was conventionally attractive, and that was all the thought meant to say. Right. Just that.

The redhead felt herself staring and quickly averted her gaze to a random corner of the room, giving a shrug as one hand moved up to play with her ear. [color=25f59e]"I-It's fine. I'm fine."[/color]

Jory managed to glance back to the girl for a short moment. [color=25f59e]"I shouldn't have gotten up so fast... I-I'm glad you didn't drop anything."[/color]

There. Her pulse that had quickened from the fresh shot of anger followed by her... [i]observation[/i]... was beginning to slow again.

Right, the smell. The girl had mentioned something about a microwave when she said sorry. Jory looked over, seeing the boy interested in it as well. 

Fish in the microwave. Which genius in this room thought that was an idea of any merit. 

[color=008aff]"Y'think I should shut this off? Just to guarantee it doesn't explode or something?"[/color]

Jory's nose wrinkled in aversion. [color=25f59e]"Preferably before I..."[/color] She was going to say [i]puke[/i], but realized she was suddenly feeling a lot more conscious about how she was coming off, present company in mind. After a quick sideways glance to the longhaired girl, she revised her words mid-sentence. [color=25f59e]"...have to scrub the smell out of my clothes."[/color] Not the smoothest save, but Jory cringing at herself was at least covered up by the face she had been making from the aforementioned stench. 

Why even be so self-conscious, anyway? It's not like she was thinking that she'd... there wasn't any chance that--

Honestly, Jory was of half a mind to smack herself upside the head right now. It just didn't matter, regardless of how she felt--[i]not that she felt any sort of way[/i]. But [i]regardless[/i] of that, it was pointless to dwell on for even a moment. She just needed to stop. [i]Stop.[/i]

[i][color=25f59e]...You're such a stupid mess.[/color][/i]

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