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Sonya was getting a little more used to her apartment. IT was still far too small for her liking but it was. . . Manageable. She supposed. Not to mention there was a whole host of interesting people inside the complex same as her.

Like this fellow, tall, sleek black hair. Wooden sword. Ah, wooden sword. He was new- like her, although maybe slightly more so. That seemed to be one of the dead giveaways she had noticed. Toy or wooden weapons.

“How embarrassing! This portrait is among my less flattering!” Browsing with her hand a calendar, showcasing paintings of artists and the artists themselves, a certain surprise left her speechless for a brief moment. Finding this one -- ah, it certainly brought a frown upon her face. She’d rather see small puppies or even those default flowery scenarios.