Aiko
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First Impressions: Dorm Room 302 The sound of the cheap metal key scraping against the lock was the first warning. When the door finally swung open, it didn't reveal a typical bright-eyed freshman, but rather a chaotic jumble of chains, distressed fabric, and a whole lot of apathy. She hauled a black duffel bag across the threshold with a heavy thud, the sheer force causing her large, slate-grey shark tail to sweep across the laminate floor. She stopped just inside, letting the bag drop before taking in the room and the person already occupying the other side. Her pale, lime-green eyes scanned the neatly organized desk and brightly colored bedding on the opposite twin. A barely audible "Tch," slipped past her lips. Adjusting the spiked choker around her neck, she dragged the duffel bag toward the free bed with a scraping sound. She didn't offer a greeting, instead opting for a long, dramatic sigh. “Don’t worry,” she drawled, her voice a low, raspy murmur, clearly not worried at all. She finally looked directly at her new roommate, a faint, almost sarcastic smirk playing on her lips. “I’m not here to steal your sun. I just need a place to crash, drain Monster, and figure out why I bothered coming here in the first place.” She dropped the bag again, this time with finality, and then gave a lazy flick of her shark-like ear-fin. “Aiko… well, you’ll figure it out. Just try not to be loud after midnight. My sleep schedule is sacred, which is another way of saying: I get super snarky when I’m tired.”
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First Impressions: Dorm Room 302 The sound of the cheap metal key scraping against the lock was the first warning. When the door finally swung open, it didn't reveal a typical bright-eyed freshman, but rather a chaotic jumble of chains, distressed fabric, and a whole lot of apathy. She hauled a black duffel bag across the threshold with a heavy thud, the sheer force causing her large, slate-grey shark tail to sweep across the laminate floor. She stopped just inside, letting the bag drop before taking in the room and the person already occupying the other side. Her pale, lime-green eyes scanned the neatly organized desk and brightly colored bedding on the opposite twin. A barely audible "Tch," slipped past her lips. Adjusting the spiked choker around her neck, she dragged the duffel bag toward the free bed with a scraping sound. She didn't offer a greeting, instead opting for a long, dramatic sigh. “Don’t worry,” she drawled, her voice a low, raspy murmur, clearly not worried at all. She finally looked directly at her new roommate, a faint, almost sarcastic smirk playing on her lips. “I’m not here to steal your sun. I just need a place to crash, drain Monster, and figure out why I bothered coming here in the first place.” She dropped the bag again, this time with finality, and then gave a lazy flick of her shark-like ear-fin. “Aiko… well, you’ll figure it out. Just try not to be loud after midnight. My sleep schedule is sacred, which is another way of saying: I get super snarky when I’m tired.”
