Meanwhile, in the hall outside, a pair of young women walked along in the general direction of that dorm room. Lyssa carried a stack of textbooks under one arm. Unlike her sister, she was still in uniform, and had finished her final class of the day only minutes ago.
"Mm, no. I don't want to do anything else today," the taller of the two girls said quite plainly, not looking at her faunus companion as she walked. Her expression was lacking interest, as usual.
Isabelle raised an eyebrow in response, giving her older sister a slight glare. It wasn’t often that she would shoot down the invitation to hang out so quickly. "Okayyy… What are going to do with the rest of your day then, Lyssa? You're not usually the lazy type."
"Ugh. Don't worry about me." She rolled her eyes. What would she do? Pray to whatever gods existed that nobody was at her dorm, Mira and Mithra especially. If luck was on her side, she could probably do another brief workout, and if there was still time alone after that, maybe even catch up on her studying or guitar practice. Regardless of what she might decide to do, she wanted to be alone. "I've had enough of you for one day. Go make a real friend."
It was terribly rude and dismissive of her to say, but it didn't seem to faze the cat girl much at all. She had grown accustomed to treatment like that, and she knew well that Lyssa didn’t truly mean that. Well, she kind of did… but she didn’t really have any malicious intent. That was just her idea of a joke, even if it wasn't a very good one. Knowing that, Isabelle fired back. "Y’know, that one doesn't really work anymore. I actually have friends. Unlike you." It really shouldn't have been all that amusing, but the comeback had brought the slightest of grins to Isabelle's face.
”Tch. You should be glad I don't. If I had friends, I wouldn’t be hanging out with you."
"And wouldn't that be nice?"
Lyssa didn't even know how to respond to that. It was a good one. "... You should be careful, or you're gonna start to sound like me."
Before Isabelle could retort yet again, her attention was divided by a familiar smell in the air that grew more noticeable with every step. Food being cooked… More specifically, meat. It was quite clearly coming from Lyssa's room. Noticing that Lyssa apparently hadn't picked that up yet, she decided to point it out. "... Do people usually cook in your room?" she asked with a puzzled look.
Lacking the heightened senses that her sister had, the taller woman looked even more perplexed, her pace picking up ever so slightly until they reached the door. Yep, now she could smell it.
Bacon.
"Hey, I'll see you later. Practice that stuff I showed you." Her goodbye was very sudden, but she really didn't care. After such a busy day, she was starving. All of her other plans took a backseat, and her new target was food.
Isabelle looked mildly annoyed at how eager Lyssa was to get rid of her, but she couldn't be bothered to put up with it any longer herself. "Uh… Bye. Have fun with… that." With that, the faunus simply walked away.
The door swung open and the tall woman stepped in, immediately tossing the hefty pile of books onto her bed. Her head turned and she spotted… Noir? She had been ready to fight to steal Mira's food, but much to her surprise, it was the blind guy instead. Weird.
"I'm fucking starving. Can I steal some of whatever you've got going on?" Of course, she still didn't intend to take no for an answer. It didn't occur to her that he could have been nice enough to make some for her… or that taking food from a blind person was wrong.