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Rael CaelthornThe dorm door stands before you, the idea of sharing a dorm room with another person is alien to you. Regardless you steel yourself while clutching your bags.
The moment the door's mechanism locks behind you, the rays of the morning sun peers through the open curtains opposite of where you're standing. There he is, lounging on the sofa while sunlight shines upon his golden mane like a novel's protagonist which he may as well be already. Reading a book while feigning obliviousness until he shoots you a grin that borders on mischief.
Raising three fingers: Thumb, Forefinger and middle finger.
With that, he strides towards the fridge, walking past you. Up close, you smell his cologne—a flowery scent smelling like lavender and exotic (?).
OOC Note: [Current Cash: 500$]
The moment the door's mechanism locks behind you, the rays of the morning sun peers through the open curtains opposite of where you're standing. There he is, lounging on the sofa while sunlight shines upon his golden mane like a novel's protagonist which he may as well be already. Reading a book while feigning obliviousness until he shoots you a grin that borders on mischief.
Ah, you must be my room mate. I got three rules, of course. Me being the first to claim the room, radiant and punctual as always.as he rakes a hand up his hair, making his hair catch the sunlight more.
Raising three fingers: Thumb, Forefinger and middle finger.
Three rules. One: If you must make noise, at least have the decency to include me in it.He shoots you another grin as he folds his thumb inwards.
Two: Fridge must be stocked. Always, replace what you take. Doesn't matter if its lower in value or much more expensive. Just replace it.as he folds his forefinger inwards. Shaking off his blazer which lands behind the backrest of the sofa as he stands up and saunters close to you, stopping at an arms length away.
And three, Friday is pizza day. No exceptions.
With that, he strides towards the fridge, walking past you. Up close, you smell his cologne—a flowery scent smelling like lavender and exotic (?).
Oh by the way, we do our laundry separately. I'm not washing your junk for yourself.He smugly adds while pouring himself a glass of cold orange juice, nursing it like a villain.
OOC Note: [Current Cash: 500$]
