#averyiism

Dash felt concerned over the recent events. He had not understood why someone would change their rooms. It seemed ridiculous, especially considering this was not how one conducted a lockdown -- oh how Violet would find this cringeworthy. Sighing, Dash plopped himself down on the corner of his bed. “So.” He begun, his hand scratching at the nape of his neck. “My name is Dash. I am not great with sharing, but I manage. I like running and I work here. Now it’s your turn, you are?”

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“This isn’t one I particularly hate,” Daphne looked at the mistletoe above them and smirked, raising an eyebrow at the girl. “Only if you’re up for it.”