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Fandom High Welcome Picnic, Front Lawn of the School, All Day: Part III

Hopefully things weren't so awkward before. Maybe things ended up well. Maybe, just maybe, you ended up meeting someone special.

Or you took your shirt off because Layla Miller convinced you it was destiny. But she's a damn dirty liar and well know it.

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Extreme excitement plus your first day being a human plus some totally effective flirt sessions plus a complete explore-human-food binge fest lead to an Ariel feeling a little bit tired and a little bit sick to her stomach. So she was just going to...sit down for a while. Underneath a tree (she reveled in the new word), in the shade. And just relax.

She thought, with the day she was having, it would have been a good idea to go up to her room, but she just couldn't. She didn't want to miss a thing!

...especially not the shirtlessness. No complaints about the view from this corner of the picnic, no sir!

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Christian had a bit of a taste for redheads, and he couldn't ignore a damsel who seemed to be in distress. "Excuse me, are you feeling all right?" he asked.

At first, at the sound of another voice, Ariel's attention shifted in a sort of tired sleepiness from the long morning she'd had, but once she got an eyeful of the gentlemen, she pulled herself up with a rediscovered energy. Cute boys were definitely not in shortage around here, and she decided she could definitely pull herself together for a conversation with another one.

Well. Sort of a conversation.

She shook her head, waving a dismissive hand so that it was clear that she was fine, just fine, and then just sort of sighed, slagging to show how tired she was from such a long, wonderful day.

"Long day," Christian agreed, easily catching her gist. There was a certain beauty in not talking too much, anyhow. "I still don't entirely understand what I'm doing here. My father thought it would whip me into shape, but it doesn't seem to be that kind of a school at all."

Ariel was mostly just admiring how charming his accent was until he got to the part about fathers. And then she really couldn't help the visceral response that left her giving a soundless little scoff, rolling her eyes. Fathers. Thinking they could whip you into shape was just what they did, wasn't it? She shook her head and smirked a little, mischievously, to suggest that too bad for his father if that was the case, ha ha. That's what they got for trying to dictate every aspect of their children's lives.

Not that she had her own bitterness in that area or anything....

It was a nice accent, wasn't it? English, but with something about it that suggested the Scotland of Christian's birth.

... ahem.

"I know!" he said, in vigorous agreement with the eyeroll. "As if sending me away from London will stop me from valuing truth, beauty, freedom and love. It's the most ridiculous idea known to man."

Ariel drew in a breath like she would have liked to have said that, actually, the most ridiculous idea known to...well, okay, she had to give him that one not only because she couldn't actually say anything, but hers was the most ridiculous idea known to mermen. Still, he had a point, and Ariel settled into a truly understanding look. She shook her head. Fathers, it would seem, were ridiculous no matter what species they were. Sending him here clearly wasn't going to make him stop any more than her father's completely destroying her collection would make her stop what she believed either.

So she pulled herself, nodding firmly in solidarity with the boy. Truth, beauty, freedom and love sounded like wonderful things to believe in. Especially that last one. She was a big fan of freedom, too.

Truth....she wasn't so good at that one, but that was okay. Three out of four wasn't bad.

"You don't talk much," Christian observed neutrally. "It's all right. I don't mind. I didn't -- want to make you self conscious. I'm glad you at least agree with me."

He bowed his head. "I'm Christian, by the way. Are you new as well?"

Since she was sitting, Ariel couldn't exactly curtsy back, which was a shame; she rather liked doing that, but she bowed her head back, which also worked doubly as a nod to answer his question. She sat up, tall as she could, to make it easier for him to read the handy-dandy ARIEL nametag on her chest.

She loved that nametag. Greatest tool ever, and so simple.

"Ariel," Christian read, and brightened. "Like the sprite in Shakespeare. That's a lovely name. I've never heard it on a girl before, but I think it suits you."

Ariel had no idea what Christian was talking about, but she did know a compliment when she heard it. Her smile brightened, and she nodded her head in appreciation of his words, then brushed a hand over her hair to help make sure she looked as lovely as her name. She liked her name an awful lot, too. It was like her parents saved the best of the A names for last.

She would have never thought it would be a name for a boy before, though! That was just odd to think about.

She wished she could tell Christian that she liked his name, too, even if it did make her think of Sebastian.

"You're welcome," Christian told her, recognizing thanks when he saw them. "I'm a writer, so any literary name ... they all speak to me."

He ran a hand over his hair, a bit fussily. "I suppose I'll see you around campus."

A bit of worry crossed Ariel's brow, wondering if that last bit was conversational or sort of dismissing, and she couldn't help thinking oh, not again! But she knew it had to be difficult to carry a conversation all on one's self.

But still, she nodded, perhaps with a little too much enthusiasm, because, yes, he would see her around campus, if she was lucky and they could you know...

...well, not talk, but...

Christian wasn't intending to be dismissive, it was just hard to keep talking when the other party wasn't talking back. He wasn't entirely certain Ariel's continued silence wasn't meant as a polite dismissal, and he didn't want to keep her overlong.

But the vigorous nod gave him hope.

"Fantastic. I'll read you some of my poetry!" he offered.

Sadly, this was not a euphemism.

Which was a shame, because Ariel imagined that Christian had a huge talent.

Poetry, though! Ariel wasn't entirely sure if she was a big fan of poetry, but she supposed she could be a fan of poetry if she wanted. She looked very impressed, blue eyes wide and expressing that she'd love to hear some of his poetry.

She hoped.

She really, really hoped.

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She was entirely likely to get her wish, from the way Christian's wide blue eyes were sparkling back at her and the doofy smile on his face. "I'll see you later," he said ... but wasn't actually in such a rush to get anywhere. "I'm in 402, in the dorms. Where are you?"

D'awwww. That smile was just about the cutest thing ever. Kind of like Flounder cute. It was impossible not to smile back, and she got a room number! Those were important, after all, or so she'd lead herself to believe. She added 402 to the hopefully remembered lexicon for later, before holding up her hands and gesturing out the familiar numbers with her fingers. Five. One. Seven!

"517," Christian repeated, finally turning to go for real with his heart fluttering away in his chest. "Just one flight apart."

Ariel wasn't sure she knew what that meant, but it sounded like a good thing, so she was smiling at Christian even as she turned. 402, she repeated in her brain. Would definitely have to remember that. Christian seemed a little nervous; again, she couldn't help a slight comparison to Flounder, but he was cute, and, really, she needed to keep track of all her options here.

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