Kimply? Serious? Obviously sorcery.

All was quiet in the lounge, which was a rather rare occurrence. Sitting with a textbook in her lap and her feet propped up on a table, a young woman was occupied by her homework. Light pink hair pooled around her, bright in the incoming sunlight, and her expression was unusually serious, something that was rare on this girl's face. She was too busy writing down problem 23 to hear the sound of someone else moving around in the room. She quietly sang under her breath along to the song stuck in her head as she often did unintentionally when she was was focused hard on something. Although, being totally tone deaf and a horrible singer, she probably wouldn't get a record deal anytime soon.

This was the second time someone hadn't noticed her when she came to the Lounge. While it wasn't surprising, Evelyn was seriously contemplating on just reading in her dorm from now on. She had hardly paid Kimply mind when she had come in and had considered talking to her, but she just looked so in focused and... un-Kimply like that Evelyn had decided against it. No, Evelyn had just quietly shuffled into the corner of the room to read her book in the quiet safety of the Lounge. It had been a horrid couple of weeks at Beata, and she just wanted to lose herself... and that's when the quiet atmosphere of the room was shattered by Kimply's singing. Oh dear.

After a couple of minutes of it, Evelyn set the book down and stood up in the corner. Drastic measures had to be taken.

"H-hey Kimply...!" she said, straining her voice to try to speak up. Maybe a conversation would end the... err, caterwauling.

Kimply jumped up, the trance she was in vanishing immediately. She looked at Evelyn blankly for a moment, blinking. Recalling herself singing, Kimply's cheeks lit up, pinker than her hair. "Hey Evelyn. How long have you been standing there, may I ask?" Kimply tried to look casually, studying her fingernails with deep interest. Normally, Kimply wouldn't be embarrassed, but she knew how horrible her voice was, and tried not to let others hear that vocal disaster.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat, peeking up. "Jeez, Eve. I think that's the loudest I've heard you talk. Like, ever." She looked a little more relaxed, but still seemed uncertain. Closing the book and setting it to the side, she returned her gaze over to her introverted friend.

A pink tint entered her cheeks and she looked down, putting her hands behind her back and shuffling her feet as if she'd just been scolded for yelling in the hallways. "N-not long..." Evelyn started before trailing off. She was an awful liar, and saying anything more that might make that weak statement more credible might just sink her. "Sorry, if I was disturbing you, I could leave..." Maybe leaving would be the easiest path to take, though she longed to talk with her friend. After the whole incident with Mr. Spion, she needed someone who could just see her normally.