[It is probably exceptionally weird for Maya to be just kind of standing outside of Hanna's room, but she is very, very deep in thought.
On the one hand, this is just Some Boy to her. A boy who's really funny and knows the kind of jokes she wants to say before she even thinks them, let alone keeps-herself-from-saying them, and also he says he's her boyfriend. Even though he's the boyfriend of a different version of her, she's still the same person, right?
So that must mean he's her boyfriend, and well, when she was with Dandy, she never had to knock on his door. She just waltzed right in! And he definitely loved it, and it never worked out poorly. But she doesn't know Hanna as well, even if he is a really hot merman who's apparently hers. So like, barging into his room would be weird, right? And it's technically not his room, it's the other Hanna's... but like, they're the same, so it's still his.
So Maya just kind of keeps staring intensely at Hanna's door for a while, eyes locked on the handle as she contemplates... does she knock? Does she barge in? And on top of that, is she gonna have to slide the door open with her foot, with all these notebooks in her arms?
...She is there for... quite a while. Sure would be something if Hanna was going to open his door... or if he wasn't there at all.]
[It really would be something, huh, if he came down the hall and just saw her... standing there in front of his closed door. Or, well, the door of the Hanna who actually lives here, because his door would be downstairs if he was back home. That's just... not the case here, and he hasn't quite adjusted to heading up instead of down.
Initially, he'd headed up to rummage through this guy's closet before going to the shower, but it looks like Maya's already beat him there. What is she doing, though? Why's she just... hanging out? Is she waiting on him?]
Heya, sugarfoot! Whatcha got there? [Beaming that big ol Hanna Grin down the hall as he saunters her way.]
[Maya clicks and squeaks, startled, holding her notebooks to her chest. But she doesn't look angry at Hanna, of course; she smiles, eyes wide.
God, he's so cute. He's so cute? His perfect orange curls, the pops and glow of blue on his face, the blue on his lips...
...She's not staring at his lips, right. He's cute and all, but she is so capable of having a conversation without simping, which is why she tooootally doesn't giggle like an idiot when she responds;]
Hiii, Hanna!
Oh, um... I found some stuff from the versions of us that lived here!
[Ugh, she's so cute. He really meant that any version of him would love any version of her... there's not a world where he wouldn't see that adorable glowing face beaming right at him like the rays of the sun and just melt. He could bask forever! And he intends to, but they clearly have some pressing investigative matters to attend to.
One brow quirks above the rim of his glasses as he squeaks spongebob-style over to her side, tossing an arm over her shoulders and blinking down at this very interesting stack of books.]
Have you already looked at'em? God, it's not my embarrassing middle school poetry, right?
[Ah, cute, cute, he's so touchy. Maya can't pretend she hasn't missed the affection. Dandy would be reeling, probably, but he's not here, and that's the entire reason why she misses the affection anyway. So, screw it, she kind of leans toward him and mentions—]
Note to self, find all your embarrassing notes first...
[Before giggling a little and flipping through the notebooks.]
They're not all yours, though. It looks like we were trading books with this Merlin, too.
Maybe we were consolidating notes, or something? A lot of them are about stuff that's happened in this... version of Skamd.
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AU Maya, like the 19th or 20th ish
On the one hand, this is just Some Boy to her. A boy who's really funny and knows the kind of jokes she wants to say before she even thinks them, let alone keeps-herself-from-saying them, and also he says he's her boyfriend. Even though he's the boyfriend of a different version of her, she's still the same person, right?
So that must mean he's her boyfriend, and well, when she was with Dandy, she never had to knock on his door. She just waltzed right in! And he definitely loved it, and it never worked out poorly. But she doesn't know Hanna as well, even if he is a really hot merman who's apparently hers. So like, barging into his room would be weird, right? And it's technically not his room, it's the other Hanna's... but like, they're the same, so it's still his.
So Maya just kind of keeps staring intensely at Hanna's door for a while, eyes locked on the handle as she contemplates... does she knock? Does she barge in? And on top of that, is she gonna have to slide the door open with her foot, with all these notebooks in her arms?
...She is there for... quite a while. Sure would be something if Hanna was going to open his door... or if he wasn't there at all.]
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Initially, he'd headed up to rummage through this guy's closet before going to the shower, but it looks like Maya's already beat him there. What is she doing, though? Why's she just... hanging out? Is she waiting on him?]
Heya, sugarfoot! Whatcha got there? [Beaming that big ol Hanna Grin down the hall as he saunters her way.]
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God, he's so cute. He's so cute? His perfect orange curls, the pops and glow of blue on his face, the blue on his lips...
...She's not staring at his lips, right. He's cute and all, but she is so capable of having a conversation without simping, which is why she tooootally doesn't giggle like an idiot when she responds;]
Hiii, Hanna!
Oh, um... I found some stuff from the versions of us that lived here!
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[Ugh, she's so cute. He really meant that any version of him would love any version of her... there's not a world where he wouldn't see that adorable glowing face beaming right at him like the rays of the sun and just melt. He could bask forever! And he intends to, but they clearly have some pressing investigative matters to attend to.
One brow quirks above the rim of his glasses as he squeaks
spongebob-styleover to her side, tossing an arm over her shoulders and blinking down at this very interesting stack of books.]Have you already looked at'em? God, it's not my embarrassing middle school poetry, right?
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Note to self, find all your embarrassing notes first...
[Before giggling a little and flipping through the notebooks.]
They're not all yours, though. It looks like we were trading books with this Merlin, too.
Maybe we were consolidating notes, or something? A lot of them are about stuff that's happened in this... version of Skamd.