[center][b][h1].:*:・'゜☆ [color=7bcdc8]Sugar Homingwell[/color] ☆彡[/h1][/b]

[sub][@Buddha][/sub][/center]

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She had expected to be rudely insulted for entering the room, but instead, no such thing happened. It would be a lie if she said she didn't feel intimidated or vulnerable as he eyed her, but so far, nothing bad had happened. Perhaps she got too worked up. After all, considering the attitude her new roommate had, it would be pretty difficult to just act as though they were friends. Especially after her embarrassment last year. Fidgeting with her photos, adjusting them to the point where she could comfortably see them from any angle, she was surprised when she heard him laugh.

The comment about her name was nothing new. In fact, it was almost normal. Ever since she'd started middle school, she'd recieve remarks about how awkward or strange her name was. Frankly, it didn't bother her in the slightest. Her name was one of the things that gave her youth, and set her apart from everyone else. She'd much prefer to be called 'Sugar' than 'Emily' or 'Claire'. Not that she disliked people with ordinary names, but she just found them... normal. She could tell that he wasn't interested in her, and she hadn't expected him to be, so rather than responding she just kept it to herself. It was better to have comfortable silence than awkward socialisation. Setting up a third photograph in the same manner as the previous two, she was taken aback when he kept talking.

Looking over to the bed on the other side of the room, she nodded slightly. She already knew he'd claimed that bed, so what was the point in saying it? Sugar guessed it was just to strike up conversation, but nevertheless, it still seemed pointless. [color=7bcdc8]"That's convenient."[/color] She mused, choosing only to comment about the club times. She didn't want to sour the mood by mentioning that, in actuality, she wasn't late. As far as she knew, the gates were still open for at least another hour, according to her watch. He was just probably early. 

Pulling a box out from her backpack, she set it down on the bed, opening it and looking at the contents. It was filled to the brim with assorted stationary, mainly patterned papers, envelopes, and postcards. The majority were green in colour, with intricate floral designs along the edges, but a few were variants of pink and blue. Carefully, she placed the lid back on the box and slotted it into the bottom drawer in the bedside table. She decided that if they had a third roommate, it would be polite to let them use the top drawer. Sliding it shut, finding the sound pleasant, she looked over at Jae as he asked his question. What was his reason for wanting to know what martial art she did? [color=7bcdc8]"I did Taekwondo two years ago, as a Sophomore. Then Aikido last year. I signed up to do Karate this year."[/color] She replied, sliding her backpack under the bed, knocking one of her photos in the process.

As she focused on adjusting it again, the sudden music made her jump slightly. It was rather loud, not that she minded. Jae was being surprisingly tolerant of her being there, [i]nice[/i] even. Something she hadn't expected in the slightest. The least she could do is not critique his taste in music, although she was fairly sure she'd get mouthed at for blasting her own. By the time she realised he'd asked a question, she could only stare at him dumbfounded. Did she [i]smoke[/i]? It was certainly an interesting and out of the blue question, but Sugar convinced herself he was just trying to be nice, not trying to get her addicted to something she'd never even considered doing. 

By the time she opened her mouth to politely reject the offer, he'd said something else, and then left. [color=7bcdc8]"Ah..."[/color] She started, staring at the closed door for a moment. [color=7bcdc8]"That... Could've gone worse."[/color] The girl thought outloud, her eyes trailing to the bag that he'd motioned to. Her interest was piqued, but she knew it was extremely rude to rummage through someone's belongings. Taking a few moments to push the thought to the back of her mind, she unzipped her suitcase, looking at the spectacle of colours inside. Her few favourite outfits had been neatly folded with help from her mother. They still smelled like home. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla spread around the small room, as though a scented candle had been lit, or an air freshener plugged in. 

Atop the clothes was a small notepad, sky blue in colour, with a pen attached with an elastic band. The girl took it out, removing the band and retrieving the pen, and opening it to the first page. 

[color=7bcdc8]"Right... First, I need to unpack. Then I can write a list of what I need."[/color]