[center][b]EDDIE[/b][/center]

The devil? Eddie snorted and had to hold a hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing for a mere fifteenth of a second before her features were schooled again. She brushed her red bangs from her forehead and wondered if she must make contact with such a being. It would be rude of her not to, but she really, really didn’t want to.

Eddie shifted on her feet, glancing up at her new roommate – did she say Ev? – and stuck out her hand, though she was reluctant to touch skin with the other. “I am Edeline, but I go by Eddie. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Sick painting? Eddie’s lip twitched with disgust, but it had minimal movement and so it was not likely that her new roommate would have seen. She dusted herself off, just to give her hands something to do, and small balls of carpet hair stuck to her jeans which she picked off one by one before she answered.

“Mm.” She grunted affirmative. She loved art. Art was her…well, let’s just say that there can’t be no Eddie without art.