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Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Surely this is just a coincidence."Ā Vine had known little to nothing about her fatherā a man who goes by the name of Twitterā as he had barely even been around for her throughout her childhood.Ā "Iām sure weāre not twinsā er, how old are you?" They could be related, but she hardly had any form of a family for that to be possible.
"...21." Now that the other had mentioned age, she felt a bit... "old", especially considering that she at least looked a few years younger than her. Wow, that was definitely something she hadn't planned on feeling in a long time.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "What do youā"
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Holy shit. Who are you and what have you done with the real me?"Ā Sheās spouting nonsense, donāt mind her.
"Nothing."
She shoves her hands into the comfortable material of her hoodie's pockets. It's nowhere near new, but at least she has managed to keep the inside of it clean so her skin does not prickle too much with irritation. "Long lost twins, separated at birth, sisters; pure coincidence; whatever..." A sigh.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā "Donāt look at me like that, Iām not going to fulfill any of your disgusting desiresĀ or do any demeaning tasks. Just because Iām dressed like this doesĀ not mean Iām actually a maid.
"I don't think..."
"...I would be looking at theĀ maid outfit, if I were you."
Finally. Just as the pinkette had started unpacking his things earlier that morning, heād received a message that he had been placed in the wrong room. Moving for the second time in one day was taxing on a stick thin boy who never did anything other than walk from his bedroom to the kitchen (with the occasional burden of classes). Sighing, the pinkette found himself at his new room. It looked like heād be sharing the place with an individual named āGumiā, and Yuuma honestly couldnāt tell if it was a male or a female.Ā
After setting down a few boxes by the entrance, he eyed the food in the kitchen as his stomach made a small attempt at influencing him. Whatever. Iāll just pay them back, he thought to himself as he grabbed a random granola bar that was sitting in a small pile of other various junk foods. With anxious taste buds, he peeled back the silver, tinny wrapper and took the first bite right as he eyed a green flash of⦠hair? Not like he was one to judge, given the color of his own.Ā
"Why are you in here."
ā¦Friendly. Listening to her try to stutter through her words, Yuuma just kept eating. It maybe made him seem a bit inconsiderate, or as if he wasnāt paying attention, but it was quite the opposite. āMmm,ā he mumbled, wadding up the wrapper and tossing it in the bin. āI can clearly see the apartment number. Itās just that the housing agency apparently made a mix up⦠So Iāll be staying here now. Nice to know I have a roommate whoās so⦠incredibly amicable.ā
"I don't have time for jokes."
Despite those words, her core knew that it was not some sort of jest. Even considering this part of the city, she wanted to believe that this man was at least semisane and therefore, in all of his mind, would not break into and enter any apartment. The following emitted sigh was shaky and nervous, and there was detest immediately boiling within her for such a thing. She had begun to panic -- a natural reaction, yes, but she shouldn't let her emotions show in such a bare fashion.
"Look, just... don't touch anything. Don't -- don't move anything, don't get anything dirty, and leave me alone." How were they even assigned to be roommates? She never recalled such a thing as being informed that she would permit another person into her home with the idea of living together with her thick and concrete in their minds. Whether she could kick him out or not, though, she was unsure. Despite the definite fact that this initial encounter with this person was not the best to ever be desired, she had no clue who he was, and while that made her much more wary all the same, he could very well have nowhere to go. She couldn't do that to a person.

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ā about me. ā
BASICS:
name:Ā riley age: 15 birthday: 22 sept zodiac: virgo single or taken: single height:Ā 5ā6 eye color:Ā grey middle name:Ā janae favorite color: pink lucky number: 5, 10, 7
SPECIFICS/DETAILS:
hogwarts house:Ā no favorite fictional character:Ā estellise sidos heurassein favorite television show:Ā the walking dead favorite season:Ā winter describe yourself in a few words:Ā games and japanese and gay meaning of your name:Ā derived from previous alias "cordelia" (cordelia -> riley, a nickname of cordelia); real name, "bayli", is irish, an alternate spelling of "bailey". the title of "le bailli" was held by sheriff/viscount, wheres "bailey" was a person who held civil office in normandy. by definition, "bailey" is the outer wall of a castle. ultimate otp:Ā yustelle what do you plan to/do for a living:Ā paranormal investigation / professional gaming
THIS OR THAT:
introvert or extrovert:Ā introvertĀ dawn or dusk:Ā dusk righty or lefty:Ā right coffee or tea:Ā tea rain or shine:Ā rain reading or writing:Ā writing
"Why are you in here."
Her pupils fix down upon the figure before her. Whom is obviously male, even if skinny, and the particular shades of pink he bore were much more commonly associated with femininity. Not that she minded, though. She could never truly bring herself to care about most things, especially such trivial topics as such. There were much more things to be concerned about. Has he touched anything? Moved anything? When did he get here? How long has he been here? Fuck who he is. There is not that much care in her body, if at all, for who in the world he is. What he's like. Where he's from. Anything. Everything. Gumi just wants to know if he'sĀ ruinedĀ anything.
"Wh... who... did I... Did... You have the wrong apartment. Leave." And she points strictly to the door, even if her eyebrows twitch from nervousness. It is the smallest sign, but she does not notice it. Hopefully he doesn't, either. "This is apartments three. I guess the paint just really came off and you couldn't see shit, yeah?" She can deal with what he messed with earlier. For fuck's sake, he's idly chewing on something that was definitely from her pathetic stash of food strewn within her kitchen.
"I don't have all day."
The city was large. It was definitely interesting: she preferred the more populated sections of any given area, but would much rather be isolated in whatever typical crappy, college student-destined apartment she could find. Perhaps the loud noises that were only dulled by the thickness of a room's walls and the fixed height of which her apartment grew from the cracked concrete and into the atmosphere were the best background noise for her, as permanent silence forever dwelling within the very corners of the room and always, always seeping from the dark edges and leaking onto the ceilings and floors and suffocating Gumi, but most of all, deafening her ears and numbing her nostrils.
One thing she was not appreciative of was the lack of consistency. It was as if there were five separate cities combined into one, a mere label messily glued and all borders forgotten, long evaporated into the air. Inconsistency and change were two far too common things Gumi could never come to feel even merely neutral towards.
West Zion was a mess. It was too -- beyond -- dirty for even her low tastes, and she figured she may as well, even if she did not view getting outside even every so often as an activity that could even slightly be interpreted asĀ funĀ or some other variation of that, that she would at least appreciate an area in which her lungs could at least somewhat properly function and her mouth did not ache from the gas that was surely soon to replace most of all the surrounding available oxygen.
South Zion.
She was wet, though. The river water heavily weighed upon her clothes, and the stray, passerby cat that had been her target was currently nowhere to be found. Gumi had never seen a feline so eager to jump into cold, yet still evening, water just in order to escape the small drips of affection of a regularly cold young human.
"...Ah..." It was more of a groan than anything. She had walked all this distance here, after all, and now the wind was much bitter than previously. Not exactly an ideal travelling partner.
I will be married for a week to the first person in my askbox who says "Honey, I'm home"
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
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