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It had been a spontaneous desire that had had the dainty Sun hunter turning left instead of right when she'd entered the dorms. A selfish, hopeful sort of urge that had her walking down the long length of the hall in the opposite direction of her own room. It was Solomon's door she stopped in front of. His door she reached up to rap small knuckles against before tucking her thumbs into her back pockets as she waited.

Likely she should have called first, or sent him a text. Something to let her know she wanted to see him and to make sure he was actually in, and not off on duty somewhere or seeking out new ways to get on top of the buildings on the island.

Also, if she had bothered to contact him in anyway, she wouldn't have felt so disappointed by the lack of any answer at the door she still stood in front of. A few more long seconds crept by and the girl rocked back on her heels as she drew her hands out of her pockets and linked her finger together in a nervous sort of knot, pale lips falling in a frown. "I guess he's not in." That was a bummer.

Drawing a long breath she waited another handful of seconds before letting it out in a resigned sigh and turning to leave,

The sound of the door opening jerked the teen around and there was horribly bright grin in place before pale eyes landed on the young man framed between door and frame. "Er.." That wasn't Solomon. Peyton blinked, surprised, uncertain, the grin fading away to be replaced by a puzzled frown as she leaned to the side to peer over the mystery man's shoulder. There didn't seem to be another body under the sheets, which was a considerable relief, but did little to chase away the frown or the matching feeling of unease that came with the fact that this person had been sleep in Sol's bed. Where was Sol? "Message?"

<It's probably not what it looks like, why don't you just ask?>

There was color rising up in the Sun's cheeks, and she dropped her gaze to her linked fingers, to the floor, down the hall. Warrick was probably right, there was probably a perfectly reasonable explanation, but what if there wasn't?

<Stop being a sissy and just ask.>

Pale eyes immediately snapped back up. "You can tell him Peyton stopped by. Um, who are you?" Why are you in his bed? Went unsaid, but it was heavily implied. She didn't have any right to be jealous, it wasn't like she and Solomon were dating. They'd kissed, she'd slept in his bed, they had a date planned. Nothing was official. But she did like him, quite a bit.

There may have been the briefest flick of pale eyes towards the number on the door, just to confirm she'd stopped in front of the right one. The interior was pretty confirming, she'd seen it enough, but she checked the number anyways. In that time the young man had smiled, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms over his chest. She regarded him in way that was borderline suspicious as he repeated her name before introducing himself, then going on to-

Ohh.

<See? Nothing to worry about.>

The dainty Sun perked up immediately, smile returning as all the pieces fell neatly into place. "Dory," she repeated, offering out one small hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Now that her mind was no longer edging towards unpleasant possibilities she did notice that he was still fully clothed, and she felt just a touch silly for having been worried in the first place. "You're friends then, you and Solomon?" It seemed likely, if Dory was invading the other trainee's bed.

There was a pause that followed the french, a slow blink and a thoughtful shift of expression as the young woman sank back to the multiple classrooms she'd sat in with french phrases scribbled across the wipe boards. It had been hard to take everything in, having moved around so much, but she'd managed a B. It took a second, but eventually it clicked, and Peyton grinned, both happy to make his acquaintance and pleased that she hadn't needed to ask what he'd said. "Likewise."

Ah hah, so Dorian had been the one to greet Sol right out of the Pod. it wasn't something she'd actively wondered, but she couldn't deny a passive curiosity regarding who new hunters had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting when they awakened. Peyton's owe personal experience had been trying and hectic. She really hoped most others encountered something less so.

There was another slight pause as she worked through the nickname, it made her grin, and at his question. Though the latter was not for lack of comprehension. "Uh, yes friends," more then friends? What did you call a friend that you occasionally cuddled up with and made out with, and planned dates with, that was not your boyfriend? "Friends works." Color was flooding her cheeks, and she automatically she looked away, examining the wood of the door frame rather then Dory's smiling face.

<I thought you were over all this flustered nonsense where Solomon was concerend.>

Around HIM yeah, mostly, but.. This is different.

<Why?>

Peyton didn't have a good answer for him. She was pretty out of her depth where boys were concerned.

"No worries," it was a little disappoint, finding Sol out and someone in his place, but Dorian seemed nice, and if not understanding of her obvious confusion on her relationship with Sol, then willing not to pry. "I got you meet someone new, and that's usually nice." She grinned, a little of that nervous energy melting away now they were moving onto more comfortable topics of conversation.

It was a little weird being invited into Sol's room when he wasn't currently in it, but she came in anyways. It was better then talking while standing in the hallway. There was a slight pause as she glanced up at the bed, then she took a seat on the edge of the desk. "How long." Good question, Peyton had to do a little mental counting. "Around six months now." She sounded a little surprised. It had felt like longer. "How about you? Were you around before the power went out?" Deus with power, and portal access, seemed like a whole world away from the perpetual dimness and cabin fever inducing prison that the island had since turned into.

Oh, the cruise. Peyton grimaced, nodding. "I was there, I mostly try not to think about it." Many a nightmare had come from the events on that cruise, and not all of them had come from the monsters. She'd been brand new, still naive, still wide eyed and hopeful. So much had happened since then, things that weighed on the mind and the body. Things that left scars, mentally and physically.

And yet, if she had the chance, she wouldn't go go back. Even knowing now the sorts of things she would be up against, go through, endure.

<You'd miss me.>

Of course I would.

Leaning forward, the girl folded her arms across her thighs. "First time I ran into Sol was just after he'd woken up. I wonder which of us is better off. Those that know now what we're missing out on without power, or those that woke up during, and have no higher expectations of what to expect, amenities wise." She chuckled, tucking a bi-colored curl behind an ear. "At least the hot waters back now." Hot showers were heavenly.

"So where are you from before here?" French being is first language, there were only a few choices.

nerpin

The sound of the cigs shifting around in their box was a familiar one. Peyton rolled here eyes up and over, not entirely used to being asked if she minded someone light up, and smiled at him before shaking her head. "I don't, no, but feel free. It doesn't bother me." Honestly she was used to it. From Taym, from her father before him. If anything the distinct smell of cigarette smoke was a comfort.

She blinked at him curiously as he listed off the places he'd lived, surprised by the number. It wasn't as high as her own extensive list of area codes, but it was close. "Wow, that's pretty cool. I've never been to any of those places." The flash of the tattoos on his arm had her hopping off the desk and coming closer, kneeling on the ground beside him so she could get a better look. "These are really awesome."

Pale eyes rolled up as he turned the question back at her, and for a brief moment she considered being vague. The past wasn't something she enjoyed talking about, it was painful, but they were only talking about addresses. "Over a dozen different towns and cities all over the states. Originally from Oregon." Soft lavender met vibrant blue, then flicked back down to his arm and the wash of color that decorated his skin.

Obediently the girl leaned back so he could pull the longed sleeved shirt over his head, momentarily tense before realizing there was another layer beneath it. It didn't matter that she liked someone, or that someone else seemed to like her. It didn't matter that she wasn't quite as new to interacting with boys as she had been when she'd awakened. Someone undressing in front of her was going to make her blush, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

Except maybe just plow through, pretend it didn't matter.

So she rolled her eyes up to his face, listening as he talked. "Well that makes sense," she offered with an agreeable little smile, leaning back in to have a closer look at the tats before one, innocent little comment had her rolling her eyes up and over his shoulder before sliding down.

At his waist she shook her head, pinning him with an incredulous sort of look. "From neck to foot." It was repeated as if she didn't quite believe him. Sol had tattoos, and she knew those spanned over a very large portion of his body, but that was Sol. Somehow that fit.

Admittedly she didn't know Dory well enough yet to know if body length tattoos suited him, but judging from the color in his hair, maybe they did.