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Noah/Odette
"You're such a girl, Boot."

Odette examined her fingernails, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her foot was bouncing a bit furiously from the end of her crossed legs, and she sighed impatiently, turning toward the bathroom door. She wouldn't normally meet up with someone, and go to their venue together, but it was more than obvious that Noah wouldn't be able to get into the club if he wasn't on her arm (which he'd pointed out, almost immediately), and seeing as his house was in the completely wrong direction (and they were both lazy apparators), it just.

Made sense. Even if it wasn't the usual.

What was taking him? He'd just said that he needed to go to the bathroom for a second, and it had been nearly ten minutes since he'd gone in there. What, what was he doing?

"Did you fall in?" she let out loudly, but was immediately gratified as the door opened and Noah stepped out. Odette was immediately on her feet, pressing down her shirt and looking herself over in a mirror before actually turning her attention to him. He could wait, seeing as he had no problem making her wait. The attire was casual, thankfully, and she wondered if Noah had found a bloody food stain on his jeans or something that he'd--"Ha."

He stood with his arms out, striking a pose as the words on his black shirt glowed a rather bright green. Really. She hadn't seen one of her fan club's shirt up close, but she had to say; they were rather impressive.

"How's it look?" he asked, dropping down his sunglasses with a single finger. Odette tried to stop the smirk threatening to break free, and managed to merely purse her lips. Odette lifted her hand and pushed his glasses further up his nose, bring herself closer as well. She liked the attitude on this boy.

"At least you're cheering for the right team."