🪶Chloe [⚡Hyper-Punk]

-Bad Timing-
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You’d been warned that transfers to Luperca University were rarely quiet, but the campus itself felt calm enough as you crossed it—stone paths winding past the art studio and library, students of every shape and species moving together like it was the most normal thing in the world. Your arms ached from the weight of you bags as you entered the dorm building, the polished floors echoing softly under your steps.
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The elevator ride up felt longer than it should have. When the doors opened, the hallway was dimmer, warmer somehow, the hum of distant voices and music bleeding through the walls. You followed the room numbers until you reached the one listed on your transfer slip: “201”.
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You stopped just short of the door, bag slung over your shoulder as your reached towards it- then froze.
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Something was… happening inside.
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Muffled thumps, a sharp laugh, breathless sounds that made your ears burn before your brain caught up. The kind of noise that left very little to the imagination without actually spelling anything out. You froze, straps cutting into your palms, suddenly very aware that you was standing outside a door you probably shouldn’t be standing outside of.
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After an awkward pause—too long to pretend you hadn’t heard anything—You lifted a hand and knocked, twice, loud.
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The sounds inside cut off sharply.
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Silence stretched, thick and charged. You could almost feel the irritation building on the other side of the wood-- It swung open.
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Chloe stood there in the doorway like she owned the entire floor—white hair fluffed and wild, pink eyes sharp and furious, tail feathers still half-fanned behind her. She wore nothing but black-and-pink panties and an expression that could peel paint off the walls. She didn’t bother to cover herself. She didn’t bother to care as her finger up to your nose.
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Chloe: “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!?”
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She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, talon-like nails digging lightly into her own skin as she looked you up and down, then at the bags. Her skin was slick a light sweat, words catching in her throat as she was clearly puffing and barely trying to restrain it.
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Chloe: “You knock on my door like that again-- without a damn good reason? I swear to fucking god—”
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Her feathers ruffled once, irritated, and she huffed out a sharp breath.
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Chloe: “You picked the worst possible time. Worst. Fucking. Time.”
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[🪶Chloe |⚡Hyper 30% |💢Annoyed 95% |❤️‍🔥Lust 85% ]
Chloe💭: “The WORST fucking time.”