"I'm Dwiirok." The girl said, turning her head. Restlessly, she sat up. "I'm probably worsening my first impression on you, but I'd like to go out for some air. Montana air is different from Michigan air, and I'd better get used to it." Smoothly, she swung her legs off the bed and stood. Dwiirok grabbed her DSi XL off the table and moved to her clothes pile. She pawed through it until she found a moderately heavy, slate gray winter coat, lined with faux arctic fox fur. Quickly, she pulled it on, but left it unzipped, and dug into the right-hand pocket. Fingering through it, she selected a game cartridge, Golden Sun: Dark Dawn, and pulled it out, pushing it into her empty console. "I bid thee, adieu." Dwiirok nodded, then opened the door and left.
Absently, she played her game as she walked down the hallway to the staircase. Years of walking and playing, first on a Gameboy Advance SP, then on her DSi XL, rendered her experienced in the art. Occasionally, she glanced around to check for obstacles, ensuring her cool, careless composure.
Quickly, she found herself outside in the snowy parking lot. A scene unfolding before her intrigued her; she closed her DSi XL and slipped it into her left coat pocket. Smoothly, she followed the pair of walking boys, as if she was used to 'stalking'.
So, others had tattoos. Interesting. So, this fellow was interested in them, almost to an insane extent. Also, very interesting...
Absently, she rubbed the inside of her left thigh where her tattoo was located as she walked. Thankfully, nobody would ever see it, save for someone involved in intimacy with her or if she ever went swimming. It wasn't something she wanted others to see and question, especially since the discovery of this rough, curious man before her.