“so, roommates.” it is all she can really think of saying as she approaches jenny from behind whilst they’re outside the balcony of their shared room -- such a common move from her, very high school of her, really, but old habits die hard, don’t they? there’s an overwhelming itch to wrap her arms around jenny’s waist, but she isn’t entirely sure if they’re back to that level of friendship, so she wrapped her arms around her own torso instead, lips pursed slightly in a smile. “who would have thought? seems like it was just yesterday when we were having sleepovers at your not-so-humble abode.”