[HELLO, ROOMIE... The RNG gods have spoken, so guess Hua Cheng will arrive in their room after she does. The dulcet tones of kazoo Memory spill out of the room as soon as the door is open, and inside he will find one (1) teenage girl, riffling through the closet as she pulls out one of the decidedly Tall Person Sized outfits out for inspection. She lifts her head up once she notices him, blinking, before she seems to suddenly realize something.]
Oh! [Sheepishly... putting the outfit... back... Is it the PJs or the change of clothes? This is a mystery only you can answer.] I'm sorry. I didn't realize these belonged to someone else.
[HELLO, ROOMIE... At some point late into Monday night, Sumire is going to return to their shared room looking a little bit, uh. Moist? Which is to say, she looks like she recently took the Nestea plunge in a piranha pit. Her clothes and hair are wet, and her face and arms are scratched up, a stray bite here and there.
She pauses once she spots him, glances around the room like she's wondering what to say, and then settles on a very awkward:]
... Please, excuse me.
[DON'T... MIND HER AS SHE TRACKS A LITTLE BIT OF WATER ACROSS THE FLOOR TO GRAB SOMETHING FROM THE CLOSET. IT'S FINE. THIS IS FINE.]
[All these PCs have been in the same location so I am taking the executive decision to set this in the (throws dart) kitchen. Farewell, Pavo room.
Anyway— At some point of Sunday, way after the execution, Sumire will be in the kitchen steeping A Lot of tea and getting an equally large amount of coffee started. She has some to-go containers stacked up in one corner of the kitchen, and will glance up once she notices him.]
... Hello. [It sure has been a day, huh.] Do you want some tea? Or coffee?
[WELL. Guess she's running into him while he does his laundry! Is he washing them in the river or has he learned what a washing machine is? Questions I should have asked before. Please help the ye oldes.]
[At some point while he's wandering through the castle, there is suddenly going to be one (1) teenage girl running up to him and invading his personal space.]
week zero, friday.
Oh! [Sheepishly... putting the outfit... back... Is it the PJs or the change of clothes? This is a mystery only you can answer.] I'm sorry. I didn't realize these belonged to someone else.
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week zero, monday night.
She pauses once she spots him, glances around the room like she's wondering what to say, and then settles on a very awkward:]
... Please, excuse me.
[DON'T... MIND HER AS SHE TRACKS A LITTLE BIT OF WATER ACROSS THE FLOOR TO GRAB SOMETHING FROM THE CLOSET. IT'S FINE. THIS IS FINE.]
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week zero, sunday.
Anyway— At some point of Sunday, way after the execution, Sumire will be in the kitchen steeping A Lot of tea and getting an equally large amount of coffee started. She has some to-go containers stacked up in one corner of the kitchen, and will glance up once she notices him.]
... Hello. [It sure has been a day, huh.] Do you want some tea? Or coffee?
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notifs why did you deny me this
notifs said we have no rights
notifs always do
Re: notifs always do
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week one, thursday.
Oh! Hua Cheng-san...
[Hello, former roomie.]
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week three, monday.
Oh! Hua Cheng-san, there's something I need to ask you. May I borrow a little bit of your time?
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week three, thursday.
Hi, Hua Cheng. Sumire is laying on her back and blearily blinking her remaining eye at the ceiling whenever he pays her a visit. Everything is fine.]
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week seven, friday.
Hua Cheng-san!
[Long time no see.]
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