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[ambitious]

[ quinn likes to think she's better at hiding herself away than she truly is. that she can hide her true self away behind charming smiles and pure charisma, but the truth is that over the years, her facade has slowly chipped away, letting out glimpses of her true self for anyone paying enough attention. most people, blessedly, don't. but she has a feeling dean isn't one of them.

stepping forward to meet him halfway, she doesn't hesitate to reach for his hand, lacing their fingers together like she's done it a million times before, like this isn't the first. turning one of those effortless smiles towards the security guard, she gently tugs dean past him with a soft, "have a nice night".

any excuse just gives him a reason to question things, but anything said with enough authority is easier to believe. >

See. [ spoken only once they've rounded the corner towards the stairs. ] He's not as tough as he looks. [ not for a girl who knows how to work him, anyway. ]

[venaris]

( it's pretty clear by the way she threads those petite fingers through his and tosses a glimmer of a smile toward that guard that she could've walked just about anyone into that place and they'd likely pay little mind. that or the guards really are shit at their job, but he's guessing it's the former.

it's a contact he's not exactly used to, but he tries not to dwell on it. if he can't handle a girl holding his damn hand in hers, too soft and too warm, he didn't deserve to be there. just went to show how different it all was from the norm; the worn down motel rooms and half-assed goodbyes.

he doesn't let her hand go, though. not even once they're clear of the front lobby and any prying eyes, but he thinks to. thinks she might feel it in the tension of his digits. the words tossed this way hit him with a gentle burst of her perfume, a chuckle resonates the darker space with a cocked brow. )

Somethin' tells me you might've had something to do with that.

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What can I say? [ pausing just long enough to glance back at him with an arched brow, a wry twist to her pink glossed lips. ] I'm a model student here.

[ and in most respects, she is. her grades are nothing short of stellar, and the most trouble she's ever been in has been for arriving back at the dorm rooms after the front doors are locked. a result, she assured the security guard with an appropriately solemn face, of getting too wrapped up in her studies at the library. no need to admit that it wasn't her textbooks she'd gotten herself wrapped up in.

the tightness of his hand doesn't go unnoticed, but she attributes it to the (admittedly minor) pressure of slipping past the guards without questioning. ]

I don't buy that this is your first time sneaking into a dorm.

[venaris]

( it's that glance over her shoulder that suggests yeah, she's got everything to do with just how whipped that guard was behind the desk. a girl with a prowess like her could ravel just about anything around their finger, and he's not naive enough to see that he wasn't one of those little ribbons himself. he's callous everywhere she's soft, hands impossibly warm, supple in their hold as she guides him through the winding dormitory.

a low noise; something thoughtful, eyes roaming the hall and every so often taking a gander behind them to ensure there wasn't someone out strolling the halls at such an hour, anyone with a little too nosy of sights. ) No? ( attention diverts back to her, the way white dresses compliments her figure, trying to stave off the impulsive thoughts of pressing her back against one of those walls, finding some empty room to tug her into. )

And why's that?