white_oleander | Room 210; Thursday Evening [10/18].

Astrid, who'd spent most of her day clinging to a bottle of water, went to the store with the intention of picking up some aspirin, some art supplies, and a darker pair of sunglasses, and walked out with most of those things, plus, surprisingly, a box of hair dye, which now sat in her hands as she sat on the floor in the middle of her room, reading over the instructions. Apparently, a bit of last night's game had gotten more than enough bugs in her brain that this seemed like a good idea. If anything, she knew Ingrid would hate it, and that thought right there was enough to convince Astrid to go ahead and tear open the box with the full resolve to use it and not look back.

There was more than enough newspaper in the room at all times for random art projects, so it was easy enough to spread some out with the intention of catching any spilled dye, but hesitation set in once Astrid tilted her head, watched her long, long, pale blonde hair tumble forward around her head and she shook it, breathing in the scent of shampoo and memories. It would be difficult, she realized, to get all this by herself; maybe she should wait for Sabine to get back from work, she was an expert at hair dye, right? But she also kind of liked the idea of maybe surprising Sabine with it; it would definitely be unexpected, she liked to think that Sabine would be impressed, even, and she liked the idea of impressing Sabine maybe even a little more than the idea of pissing off her mother.

Sabine was actually here, for one.

But it might have to wait a moment, maybe, because her own head of blonde, blonde hair was distracting her, making her hesitate, making her wonder if it was a bad idea, while her fingers played around with the little coloring packet, uncertain.

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Best Homecoming Theme Ever.

Astrid smiled. "The court, and the dance, anyway. I'm sure some schools have a carnival, too, but definitely not any in my neck of the woods. That definitely seems to fit what I'd expect small, private schools with money to do, so that fits what'd I'd expect out of this place."

"As much as we can expect anything out of this place," Sabine said dryly.

She hadn't learned that there were totally things you could expect, as long as you knew which weekends they usually happened on.

"At least I'm past the point of trying to fight it all the time," Astrid found herself admitting, feeling a little surprised by it, but not...too surprised. She felt more comfortable.talking to Sabine than she did nearly anyone, really, and there was something deeply comforting about having someone there, fingers in her hair. It made her think of all the times she'd sit with her mother, brushing out her long hair, braiding it, never once thinking that they seemed to have gotten things backwards. But if this was what it was like, Astrid could see why Ingrid enjoyed it so much.

"That kind of sounds like giving in, like it just badgered me into submission, but I'd take that over constantly thinking I'm just going crazy..."

"It doesn't," Sabine assured her, coming around to do her hairline and being careful not to get dye on her skin. "There's more good stuff than things you need to be fighting. You acclimated."

She wasn't sure that would work, but it was worth a try. She'd worried about Astrid's brain for a while there.

"So have you," Astrid pointed out, almost as if it was a bad thing, though, really, she knew it wasn't. At least with her, she didn't have a choice in the matter, so acclimation was practically a survival skill. But for Sabine...

She grinned, trying not to turn her head so she could see it. "I don't think I've heard a word from you about trying to get out of here in months. Or are you just better about keeping it quiet?"

Sabine shrugged. "I check to see if I'm able to get back, but there's no news, so I don't talk about it. I'm not sure what I'd be going back into if I could, either. It just seems smarter to take my time and figure things out instead of trying to rush into the unknown for a while."

Look, honesty! Vague honesty!

And Astrid appreciated it, especially since she felt like she did most of the talking when she and Sabine had these nice, quiet days of...well, bonding, she guessed, in a way.

She didn't even talk that much...

"Have you figured out anything in particular so far?" she ventured, wondering if she could maybe keep this ball rolling a little.

That earned a long pause, as Sabine decided if she even had an answer to that.

"I don't know," she said finally. "Maybe I'm starting to. It's home-specific, and I'm not sure what I'd actually do with any of it... It's complicated."

She'd be thinking about it more when she went into class tomorrow, probably.

Room 210; Thursday Evening [10/18].

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