In a sign of great maturity and wisdom, Carmen looked down when Nina knelt to check her foot, and grimaced, "You know, Nina, I don't think I'm ready for this kind of commitment, yet. Can you ask me again tomorrow?" Clearly her toe doesn't hurt as much as she's making it out to be, if the girl is making it a priority to crack a joke before allowing her friend to properly assess her injury. Carmen does, however, take off her shoe and sock to show a little bruise, already turning blue, on the big toe of her right foot. It's hardly pretty, but, then again, people have told her before that she has strange feet; her pinkie toe curves in a little bit more than usual, and her second toe is just as long as the first. Well, at least her feet have the proper arch. People who can't dance particularly well are called flat-footed for at least a sliver of a reason. Carmen glances around for a second, before looking down at Nina and putting a finger over her mouth.
"I dropped a bag on it trying to answer your text," she admits, whispering because it is, in fact, a little bit embarrassing. Coming back to the whole 'dancers shouldn't be clumsy' thing. Carmen shrugs and scratches the bag of her head, "Because I'm not always the brightest of bulbs." This is followed by a sheepish smile as she wiggles her toe, right in Nina's face one might mention, hoping that she'll apply the bandaids that Carmen sees sticking out of her pocket.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you, Nina? Maybe I'm ready for that commitment after all," Carmen says, beginning to break through her sheepish smile with a dimpled grin. Dimpled meaning little indents at the base of where her cheeks rise for the expression. Carmen looks up for a moment, and sees Kassandra flashing a smile towards the area. She raises her hand for a wave, but Kassandra has already turned and left, not seeing it.
Guess she's meeting up with someone, the young woman concludes with a shrug. I'll see her later, anyway. Oh, god, she's not going to enjoy my normal slobbish room, is she? the idea seems to just now be dawning on Carmen. Last year, she'd roomed with a person who was always gone, and therefore never noticed the clothing she'd leave on the ground, the comics and figurines that were left over various surfaces, etc. Putting it kindly, Carmen's side of rooms always tend to be a bit of a trainwreck. That's why she'd been crossing her fingers for a suite- her own room, where people wouldn't be bothered by the mess.
"You don't think that Mr. Berry is going to have us on point this week, do you?" Carmen asks her fellow dancer, making a face at the idea of having to dance on point with her toe bruised. Before Nina can respond, Carmen's text tone goes off again, this time with a text from Cassie. She flips open her phone, which she's had since seventh grade and treats like a fragile child, though it seems to never be broken by anything, and reads the text.
To: Cassie
Sounds like a plan, Stan! What movies? Can I pick? I'm getting emergency care from Nina right now.
Carmen looks down at Nina with a feigned expression of betrayal, "You and Cassie are sharing a suite without me? I'm hurt. And not just physically."