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(I guess it doesn't matter much lol) . Iris looked back at Caden and saw he had been looking at her. She dipped her head, cheeks reddening a little. Even though they'd both admitted their feelings didn't make it any easier to be with him. In fact, it might've made it a little worse, for Iris at least. Caden seemed fine. 'Yeah, Iris. He's normal. Why can't you be normal too?' |
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Caden waited on her to say something, flicking his gaze around as he rubbed the back of his neck---an old habit he'd never gotten rid of every time the tension was thick. He noted the light flicking through the windows, the dust visible in it. The way the buzz only seemed to grow when he thought about it, the clatter of utensils, the scrape of chairs, talking, talking, and more talking. It was alot to take in and not get overstimlated by yet, Caden made it. |
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Finally, Iris couldn't stand it anymore. She stood, somewhat abruptly, and bonked her knee on the table. "Ouch." She offered a small laugh at her own clumsiness, then apologized. "Sorry. Couldn't stand the silence anymore. Do you want to... Walk around campus with me?" Anything would be better than sitting silently and awkwardly in the loud cafeteria. |
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"You okay?" He asked to her banging her knee against the table, standing as well. "Honestly in here is...over stimulating so yeah, that'd be better." Caden added with a chuckle, always making his way towards the door as he cast a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was there. |
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"Yeah, I'm good," she chuckled, then hurried to follow Caden outside. She caught up with him as they left the building, matching his pace. It was harder than it looked. His legs were longer than hers, so his regular stride was a fast-paced walk for her. She didn't mind though. She needed the exercise anyway. The late autumn air, which had been warm and still for the past few days, now had a cold nip to it, and Iris regretted not bringing a sweater. |
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Caden noticed her getting cold, noting the hoodie he'd thrown on over and old t-shirt up in his dorm, He acted like he got hot under it and pulled it off, slinging it over his shoulder as the two walked---occasionally crunching a leaf or two. "You cold?" He asked, already knowing the answer. |
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Iris watched him out of the corner of her eye, keeping her head facing forward. "Just a little," she replied, cracking a sheepish smile. She already knowing he'd give her his sweatshirt, being the kind guy he was. A gust of wind whipped her hair in front of her face and she grimaced, pulling it back into place behind her ear. |
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He offered out the hoodie, a faded blue one that'd defanitley be a bit big. "Here, i'm getting hot with it on anyways. Besides, I strive in this kind of weather." Caden noted, offering a small smile. |
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Iris accepted it and slipped it on, not minding how the sleeves were more than two inches too long. It was still warm from Caden's body heat, and her shivering slowed. It smelled like him, and that comforted her even more. "Is Russia generally cold or warm? I mean, the city you're from?" She realized that she really didn't know much about Caden, other than the fact that he was Russian. |
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Caden shrugged, kicking a rock lightly. "Summers you barely make it to the 50's but then in winter it's usually just negatives, and windy. Very windy," He explained, the chill having settled deep in his bones years ago. |
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