#peach 01

The other woman insists on doing something for Jill as thanks for fixing her skirt, but she shakes her head. She closes her miniature sewing kit (a gift from Clive, who wanted to see her continue her interest), looks to the blonde with a warm smile.

"I'm just glad I was able to help. Your dress is very beautiful."

Psh, but who would believe that? Not this guy. In fact he’d be the type to go just to see what all the fuss was about (and maybe have a romantic first meeting? Looking through the tank to see a cute girl waving from the other side? or was that too much of a fantasy for a guy like him?)

He lost count to which floor he was on by now, spiraling down the large central fish tank, glancing through as a school of silver-colored fish swam by. The lights were dimming, as the place simulated delving deeper and deeper into the ocean. Even he had to admit, by now it was getting creepy, especially as he was the only one here.

At least, that’s what he thought until he felt a brush against his shoulder. 

“Who’s there?!” He panicked, spinning around to see-- oh good, just some girl. He lets out a sigh. “Jeez, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were going to be some creepy deep-sea monster or something...”

        Sweet, assigned a room mate to share a cottage with. Things just couldn't get better than this. At least she wouldn't have the endure the horrors of seeing the bodies of her classmates by herself at least. She'd have someone to talk to, someone to confide in. And what did that bear say back there? That this chick loves flowers? At least they'd have something to talk about. Because, you know, girls love flowers and stuff like that. It's an easy conversation starter and while Yosafire could take that route and go the easy way out, she wasn't going to. She was going to try her hardest to not go for the obvious.

        So, there she was. Working up the courage to burst into that cottage and give a hardy guffaw and leave her room mate in awe. That's something that cool people do, right? Right. Oh, she should've picked up something from that market on the way here too as a house-warming gift. They needed something to take their mind off of murder after all. Bah, oh well. Too late now. She's just got to go in and pretend like everything's fine and dandy. Easy, right?

        Wrong.

        Yosafire places her hand on the door and turns the knob, bursting into the room. "Yoooooooo!"