Alicia's Dorm

@alicia jiroux ᵏ Meto chuckled at her blatantly fake voice of innocence but it still brought a smile to his lips. Especially when she mentioned the piercings. His lip darted out to swipe across his lips and his own piercings that adorned them. "Mhm~ It hurts nice?", he cooed and took another long puff of the joint until his mind went blank. His eyes squinted into narrow, cat-like slits. "Why don't you lie back and spread your legs for me- so I can see." His eyes flashed a red so dark it seemed black, and rolled off her lap so he was laying on his side, his head propped up with one hand, gazing at her. The excited curl of his lips stretched into a Cheshire grin as he reached for her crotch, pressing the fabric of her inside to properly let them soak up the juices. "You're getting so fast today- are you sure it's the weed?", he teased.

@meto ᵛ Her grin widened when she recognized the very familiar game of cat and mouse and Alicia gladly partook; hell, banter between friends never really disappointed so why stop now? Taking a break from her intake, she leaned forward to place her blunt on the little ashtray that say atop her side table before beaming innocently at him. It was surprising how well she could play the facade of a sweet angel when they both knew the truth.
“Why, it makes me feel tingly,”she started, tone taking on her usual double timber of a pure, voice getting more salacious by the minute. “It starts with my , I can feel it getting wetter by the moment. It hurts nice too, especially when I press my thighs together and my piercing rubs.” Her fingers moved as she spoke, intertwining with the downy strands of hair on his head before moving down to his face, tracing mindless patterns on his skin. “Want me to continue?”

@alicia jiroux ᵏ Meto grinned right back, and he was tempted to agree but... why would he do that? It was fun to mess with Alicia, especially since there was so little opportunity to do so. He forced his grin into a nonchalant expression and took another drag of his joint, breathing in deliberately slowly to 'feel' as much as he could. "No, I want to hear it first." Yes, Meto could be a bit mean but it was all in good fun. Due to his choice of appearance - and his penchant for talking in a whiney voice - he was often misunderstood as submissive. He wasn't- he was just playful. He let his hand holding the joint drop to the side and hummed in content. This stuff really was strong. His toes curled into the sheets, one knee angling and bringing a leg closer.

@meto ᵛ “Mhm,”she hummed in a singsong tone as she agreed to his playful jest, taking another drag of her blunt and this time exhaled through her nose, the smoke coming out slowly into sensual tendrils before meeting the ones from her candles and incense sticks and disappearing. Her back leaned against the backrest as he made himself comfortable on her bare thigh, her free hand reaching over to casually fiddle with his soft hair. Her high heightened her senses; being a kitsune meant you already felt too much of everything but with the drug in her system, Alicia was overwhelmed and overstimulated, her sense of touch the most affected.
She let him handle her the way he did, her fingers curling into his hair as she let him light his blunt with hers, taking a third puff before she straightened herself. Alicia’s head tilted upwards, blowing the smoke out towards the ceiling through . His question made her look down, gaze that was normally gold starting to morph into liquid and ever shifting one as she grinned, a toothy and naughty one. “What do you want to know, baby? And how about I just show you? Up for it?”

@alicia jiroux ᵏ Meto watched her blurry figure from where he stood: her legs folded under her, soft dark hair spilling over her shoulders and a gentle flesh reddening her cheeks as she dragged on the joint. A thin waft of smoke s through the air. It was a pretty sight, like a poster ad for 'ultimate relaxation'. Like relaxing on the beach... with a cocktail and a hot partner... ah, he wanted to go to the beach... Meto was slipping into a daydream but Alicia's clear voice pulled him back to reality. Her suggestive words made his grin widen. "Mhm~ Is that so?" Meto swayed back to the bed, this time falling in a controlled fashion (and intentionally) onto the bed. Meto made a mental note to not smoke too much weed... because when he did, he became a mess. Unfocused, clingy, emotional... you name it.

He rolled over so his head rested on her thighs and reached to grab the joint she had rolled for him, bringing it to his lips. "Light it for me.", he hummed, gazing up at her face and the red-tipped joint between her lithe fingers. The joint perched between his plump lips, his hand moved up to gently wrap around the back of her neck. He pulled her down until their joint's kissed and breathed in deeply to ignite his own before releasing her. Meto rolled his eyes back in satisfaction and after a few seconds, tilted his head to the side to release the smoke in his lungs. After all, he didn't want to blow smoke up into her face. The drug didn't take long to set in and he groaned in satisfaction. "." Any dizziness the cold water on his face had cleared the drug brought back in full.

"You were saying?" The joint hung limply between his lips, twitching every time he formulated a word. "Weed makes you - tell me more about that.", he teased, the corners of his lips inching up into a mischievous smile. "How 'exactly' does it make you feel?"

@meto ᵛ She shot him a brief eye roll but all witb good mirth of course; she was too invested in the plastic bag between her palms too even care about anything else. If there was one thing anyone knew about Alicia was that she wasn’t the type to be demure, so her love for alcohol, weed and anything bad was always vocal. She liked to call it ‘being the voice of the devil itself’ just for the satirical sake of it. Opening her eyes, she watched with amusement as he tumbled over to her bathroom, using her personal space so freely one would assume it was his too. But that was just how often they’d gathered up in her dorm, either to drink and smoke or do skincare or really, all of the above.

So the moment he was gone, she pushed herself to a seat, her back resting against the wooden backrest of her bed, legs tucked under her. An arm reached out so her hand could fish her lighters and rolling papers out of her drawers and in barely even a moment, she had rolled two neat yet slightly loose blunts for the two, her expertise in the area showing. Not lighting his yet, she placed the bag down on the plush mattress and placed hers between her tiers, smoke soon filling up her room in the matter of moments as she let out a puff. She could feel the weed seep into her system, her body relaxing in the way her shoulders slouched a tad, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink and her pupils diluted just a fraction even when she spotted him spying her. Shooting him a salacious grin, she pulled the blunt out of , holding it daintily between her index and thumb. “Did I ever tell you, weed makes me ? So you better have come prepared with that solution too, babe.”

@alicia jiroux ᵏ Meto grinned down at Alicia, dazed eyes wrinkled into smiles at her kittenish . "Don't tempt me-" Then, a laugh burst out of him. The excitement his present caused was amusing to say the least and he let her snatch the drugs from his claws. He watched her indulge in its scent like a starved cat offered catnip. Did he feel any mental pangs for giving a student drugs? No, of course not. He wasn't her mom and who knows how old Alicia even was- she might be older than him. Not that age mattered at all among creatures will near-infinite life-spans. "Aaawwwww I love you too Alicia", he drawled, cooeing at her cuteness and patted her cheek with his now free hand before rolling off to the side. He lay down beside her, staring at the ceiling. Ah. Time to go to the bathroom. Meto rolled further and right off the bed, hitting the floor with a dull thud. "..." A pale hand reached up and grabbed the edge of the bedside table and slowly a slender arm, a head and a body followed until he was standing again. "Imma go to the bathroom you start rolling-", he hummed and wandered off to the bathroom. After locking the door Meto went to the sink and stared at himself in the mirror, both hands gripping onto either side of the basin. His vision was blurry. Time to wake up. After fumbling with the tap for a bit he managed to turn on the cold water and let the sink fill. After sticking his face into the water a few times and then patting his face dry, he reemerged looking 20% more awake than before. He leaned against the bathroom entrance and watched Alicia with a grin.

@meto ᵛ [ i dont mind, hehee uwu ]

@alicia jiroux ᵏ () naw u good i just didn want chu to feel like i was ignoring one plot e w e

@meto ᵛ [ h kkkk sorryyyyy hehehe you dont need to do that tread if you want, issokay beb uwu ]

@alicia jiroux ᵏ [] ashdjfksk I was hopjng to reply to gaal gafot before u reply ti this XD

@meto ᵛ Her lips curved into a playful smirk as her friend stumbled in, his drunken stupor surprising even though she was kind of used to it. Still, Alicia wasn’t one to stop anybody to do as they pleased. A very unladylike snort slipped past her as he tripped, falling face first onto her bed and she barely had time to even move out the way. Last thing she needed was to smell like alcohol and cigarettes too; the spicy musk and white jasmine scent that wafted around her room was way too delicious but really, even that thought was wrenched out of her mind.
The grab was unexpected, her body pinned against her mattress and head against a pillow while his skinny frame was on top and she yet again could not resist making a teasing quip. “, look at you manhandling me like this, you y er,”she purred, tilting her face upwards to kittenishly at his bottom lip. It was just a playful gesture, one she often did to people she genuinely liked. And that playfulness grew when he fished out the little clear bag of her most favorite thing in the world; her fingers were greedy as they made a dart and urgent grab for it, pinching the paper to pull it wide open. Her proud nose stuck in the bag, inhaling the potent scent of the weed and basking into the earthy flavor of it. She could seriously get high off of this only and Meto was one of the few people who let her indulge in it and even partook in giving her the strong stuff.
“I really honestly love you for this,” she moaned in bliss, eyelashes fluttering close as she basked into it, tongue sweeping out to graze her lower tier. She was going to have an amazing day.

@alicia jiroux ᵏ "Ugh- but I can't open the door-", Meto whined, his forehead pressing against the door and seemingly the only thing keeping him on his feet. Glasses in one hand, together with a shoe... oh wait, he did have a hand free now that his cigarette was 'dead'. Meto pushed down the doorknob and opened the door just enough to stumble through. He leaned against a shelf located next to the entrance [is this ok? if not, just consider him leaning against the wall] and pushed the door shut behind him with his foot. His lips stretched into the world's fakest grin- a result of his body reacting before his brain could get in line with the emotion. "Hii~", he raised a hand in greeting and started heading towards the girl, dangerously swaying from left to right with every step, before finally tripping and falling face-first with a grunt. "Ugh" Luckily he was close enough for his torso to land on the bed and he quickly climbed onto it, pulling Alicia with him so she lay beneath him. Meto hovered above her, propping himself over her with one arm while his free hand rummaged through his clothes. Ah- there it was. Meto fished out a packet of 'herbs' and dangled it over her face. "Look what I brought~"

@meto ᵛ Alicia’s gaze stared blankly at the white ceiling of her bedroom, watching as the smoke of the essence sticks and candles she burned curl in a sensual manner upwards to meddle with the streaming sunlight. She hadn’t slept a wink and wasn’t planning on doing so for a while despite her body being nestled quite comfortably amidst a variety of pillows and a thick fur throw. She’d laid herself uoside down on the plush mattress, head at the foot so luscious long locks of midnight hair fell to the floor, her long legs stretched out to her feet were on the window. Anyone saw her, they’d think she was going crazy given how she was clad in only an oversized t-shirt that clearly didn’t belong to her but to one of her many conquests and a lacy thong. But if they saw closely, they would notice the little serenely mischief filled grin on her face as her mind took off with all sorts of thoughts.
A loud pounding resounded on the wooden door, disrupting the thought process and the rock music that played on her Bluetooth speakers. Breathing a slight snort of amusement yet noting the scent of smoke, alcohol and something much more pleasing seeping through the crack under the door and simply sparing the door a glance, she called out when she heard the familiar voice that belonged to a close friend. “Come in,”she exclaimed as she forced herself to a seat, lithe body turning around so she could face the door, gaze cast in a feline squint. “You’ve been drinking without me? How dare you?”

@alicia jiroux ᵏ Meto stomped through the student hallway, his white garb... dress... article of clothing... slipping off his shoulder a bit more than usual. He was wearing heels and had heavy black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose. A lit cigarette was perched between his lips, dangling just at the edge as if it threatened to drop any second. "Ah" Meto let out a disinterested gasp as his ankle twisted and he stumbled against the wall, hitting it hard with his shoulder. His glasses fell and he sunk down to the ground, his expression all the while maintaining one of intense boredom. However it was clear to anyone who could see (or smell) him, that he was dead drunk. Meto reached down and fumbled with his shoes, taking one off before giving up on the other. He grabbed his glasses with his free hand, took a drag of his cigarette and stood back up. It was morning and students were already out and about, whispering to themselves why the Embalming Professor was wandering down their hall. One kind girl approached him and asked if he was lost. Meto shooed her away and continued to stagger down the hallway, now limping as he was still wearing one of his heels, until he arrived in front of a familiar door. Meto leaned against it with his whole body, his cheek pressed to the door. "Alicia~ My favourite student~", he slurred and weakly patted the door with one hand. "Wakey wakey~ I've brought a present..." Despite being drunk enough to die of alcohol poisoning his lipstick wasn't smudged and his hair was perfect. As it should be. As he spoke the cigarette dropped to the floor and he pressed it out with his bare foot. "Wakey wakey", he cooed against the door and then headbutted it to imitate a knock. He did this occasionally, get completely wasted and go bother people he knew wouldn't judge him too bad- one of them being a student Alicia. He always made sure to bring a present though and this time he had a bag of top grade weed shoved into his pocket.