The taxi Hibiki had taken had long been out of sight by the time Hibiki had moved all his bags with his belongings one by one to the front door of Dahlia Apt. Room 2. Once he had taken the last bag up the stairs, he inserted his brand new key into the keyhole and turned it. With a soft 'click' the door opened and for the first time Hibiki stepped inside the place he would be calling home from now on.  

"Whoa... This place is huge," he said as he curiously looked around. It was no wonder there was so much space. He would be sharing this apartment with two other people after all! None of his new housemates seemed to have made it to Dahlia Apt. Room 2 yet, but there was no doubt in his mind they would arrive soon. 

"Better move all my bags out of the way before they arrive. When we're all here we can talk about who takes which rooms and such. Man, I can't wait."

Happy with his new place, he began to carry his bags inside. Before he could do any unpacking, there was one very important thing which had to be done, however. Muffy, his pet rabbit, needed to stretch her legs and explore the new place. 

"Muffy, look. This is your new kingdom," Hibki joked as he took her out of her travel basket and gently placed her on the floor, "But don't go make a mess of the place now. I'll be keeping an eye on you."

Only a moment later, he heard the lock of the front door being unlocked. Knowing it could only be one of his new housemates, Hibiki quickly made his way to the front door. 

        “Oh, no, no— That place was far too dirty for me.         I’m a gem. I should be treated as such, ya feel?”

With the event over and a thunderstorm brewing outside, Vorona was glad to be indoors for once. There were sliding doors that led out to the terrace of their apartment and she stood in front, watching the raindrops splash against the cool glass. She has a cup of hot chocolate, courtesy of the cafe, and ends up pulling up a chair from the dining area to watch. 

It'd been a while since she could enjoy such a weather. Her eyes keep staring outside as she begins to wonder what other people could be doing right now. Were they all indoors? Trying to evade the rain? Perhaps enjoying something warm? The lull of the little radio she has plugged in plays Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 and she can't help but think how nice it is here. How normal it is. She notices footsteps but doesn't feel alarmed. After all, she knows who it is.