- Invitation Status
- Look for groups
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Give-No-Fucks
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Horror, Romance.
[Aiko]
[Dorm]
[Interaction-Sora]
She blinked at her roommate, trying to analyze him.
"Ah... No, thanks im good." She held up her hand in an obvious display of a polite decline. She looked, and on her side of the room it appears that her luggage was there. Thank god. She only hoped this creep didnt go through her underwear or something.
She made her way over and slung her bag onto her bed with a squeak. Crap. Of course she got the squeaky bed. Aiko noted that her roommate had a metal arm, but she couldnt place any sort of weapon. Maybe that was his Monochrome?
She shrugged and slipped Reject from her shoulders and took out her wall mount. She knew she would have some sort of weapon, and something this beautful needed to be displayed until needed to be used. She nailed it into the wall carefully and set Reject atop the pegs that held her up. The double blades seemed to pulse with life.
She gave up, the awkward tension too much as Sora was busying himself putting peircings in his face.
"Is that your Monochrome?" She pointed subtly to the piece of metal that works as his arm.
[Dorm]
[Interaction-Sora]
She blinked at her roommate, trying to analyze him.
"Ah... No, thanks im good." She held up her hand in an obvious display of a polite decline. She looked, and on her side of the room it appears that her luggage was there. Thank god. She only hoped this creep didnt go through her underwear or something.
She made her way over and slung her bag onto her bed with a squeak. Crap. Of course she got the squeaky bed. Aiko noted that her roommate had a metal arm, but she couldnt place any sort of weapon. Maybe that was his Monochrome?
She shrugged and slipped Reject from her shoulders and took out her wall mount. She knew she would have some sort of weapon, and something this beautful needed to be displayed until needed to be used. She nailed it into the wall carefully and set Reject atop the pegs that held her up. The double blades seemed to pulse with life.
She gave up, the awkward tension too much as Sora was busying himself putting peircings in his face.
"Is that your Monochrome?" She pointed subtly to the piece of metal that works as his arm.