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"Oh my god! Patricia?"
"Connie!"
And Connie will later be embarrassed about how she literally squealed in the halls like an annoying little girl as she ran toward to twirl Patricia around, but that's a problem for Future Connie. The Connie Of The Present gets to be happy about seeing an old friend, a familiar face bundled as always in a nest of plain sweaters and slightly oversized hijab.
"I can't believe we're floor buddies!"
"I know!" Patricia laughs from up in the air. "The odds, huh?"
"Too bad we couldn't have been roommates."
The other girl glances slyly from behind her glasses. "As if you won't be sneaking around at 3AM with one of your knives. No thanks!"
"You can't attack me like this. I am betrayed. Jail for Patricia. Jail for Patricia for a thousand years!"
"Nooo! "
Jail wasn't banishment, though, so Connie could still drag Patricia away to see her new dorm.
It's not quite like her old room- there was very strict no-outside-furniture policy, but she could still hang her old string lights, and decorate the new desk the way she did her old one.
"Uh," Patricia eyes the alien katar knife decorating the mantle of a cupboard, and the sword propped by the door. "Does RA know about those?"
"It's allowed on the barest technicality. The privileges of being on alien payroll."
"Wow, nice."
Connie waves it off, scrunching her nose. "Oh come on, it's not like you haven't snuck in anything, either."
"No, it's not as cool!"
"Sure it is!"
"...I did," Patricia finally admits, "sneak in some bean bag chairs."
Connie frowns. "Well now I'm just mad I didn't think of that first."
"Bags aren't furniture. They can't do anything." Patricia puffs her cheeks awkardly. "You don't think it's lame?"
"No, no! Being comfy isn't lame."
"Good, because I really liked the patterns on them."
They stand around for a bit, awkwardly admiring the dappled watery patterns of Connie's alien knife.
"Want to see my super fancy dorm-illegal nightmare toaster that Daniel made?" Patricia pipes up.
"Oh hell yeah, I do-"