Step by step took her further to the top, with each step she yearned for the bed that waited for her in the plain room. Another grunt left pale pink lips as she hoisted up her bag from the stairs. But this was her choice to use the stairs instead of the elevator that was crammed with people. Finally getting to the floor she would be staying on, the blonde let out another heavy breath followed by her sleeve coming up and wiping her forehead. Why she packed so much when she came to school? She never knew but it most likely had something to do with her grandmother, the woman had probably packed a whole kitchen, bedroom and bathroom in the 3 rolling suitcases, and one by one they were brought up by no other than the Russian-Japanese, who was currently leaning against the wall as she entered her room. So far it seemed that she had the room to herself, which was something she was used to, the other boys in the dorms never felt comfortable with an androgynous, transgender boy as their roommate, Nikita never knew why, she was a great cook, but maybe it was because they thought she was into men...not far from the truth but it was her curse she guessed. To be a girl trapped in a man's body, not many people looked at her the way she had hoped and it caused some disappointment through her years at the Academy. But now it was going to be different, her Horoscope said so! Okay, so believing in horoscopes is a little brash and childish, but she had to have some hope...right?
Reaching into her bag she pulled out a container. It was something the blonde did as a Dorm-Warming present, silly yes, but it was best to meet the neighbors now before they saw her walking the halls, though she was a girl at heart and mind she was still a boy in body though her soft appearance didn't give that away, it was safer to tell the people on her floor who she was so they didn't think a girl was staying in the boys dorms.
Opening the container, and a gentle smiling curling her pink lips, she left her room and could hear someone talking in what seemed to be English in an accent:
[i][b]"You can't pick your family, but you can easily pick your friends."[/b][/i]
Three clear and gentle knocks hit the door as she held the small, round tin container of sugar cookies. When the door opened she gave an excited and pleased smile. "Hello, I am Nikita." She said, her English being slaughtered by her accent. "I am neighbor." She pointed to the door next to theirs. "I live on same floor. I make cookie for friends." She lifted the tin and just continued to smile, a little embarrassed that her English was so bad, even to her ears she could hear the accent, and hoped that the grammar was correct... it probably wasn't...