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Who: Arashi singandstitch and denizens of room 3-9
What: Arashi is actually spending some time outside his room... curious to meet any of his roommates. Probably to apologize to them about some stuff. Until then... making food.
When: Today
Where: Room 3-9
Warnings: Arashi
Arashi, for the first time since he had arrived... was actually spending time out of his room. He had roommates. He heard them through the walls, and he was sure that they heard him too.
...Jesus, they had to have.
The first night he was around he knocked shit over and broke things in his room, probably yelling a lot. The second night... he had Miwako over. Enough said there. Since then, he had been hermit-ing it up in his room and fighting life here and enjoying his alone time.. but coming back from work today, he decided his room was too cramped. He wanted to branch out a little. And that meant meeting the people he lived with.
He picked up some ramen on the way, and walked in through the front door, dressed in black skinny jeans, combat boots, a ripped up shirt, chains and studs on just about everything, and tossed his small bag of groceries on the counter.
Starting the stove and heating up some water, he just started cooking. If his roommates were around... they'd come out. He was sure of it.
What: Arashi is actually spending some time outside his room... curious to meet any of his roommates. Probably to apologize to them about some stuff. Until then... making food.
When: Today
Where: Room 3-9
Warnings: Arashi
Arashi, for the first time since he had arrived... was actually spending time out of his room. He had roommates. He heard them through the walls, and he was sure that they heard him too.
...Jesus, they had to have.
The first night he was around he knocked shit over and broke things in his room, probably yelling a lot. The second night... he had Miwako over. Enough said there. Since then, he had been hermit-ing it up in his room and fighting life here and enjoying his alone time.. but coming back from work today, he decided his room was too cramped. He wanted to branch out a little. And that meant meeting the people he lived with.
He picked up some ramen on the way, and walked in through the front door, dressed in black skinny jeans, combat boots, a ripped up shirt, chains and studs on just about everything, and tossed his small bag of groceries on the counter.
Starting the stove and heating up some water, he just started cooking. If his roommates were around... they'd come out. He was sure of it.