Wassup Roomie.
Who: Riku (darkraid ) and Vanitas (helmetface ) [closed]
What: How Not To Meet Your Roommate
Where: House 11, fourth floor
When: First week, thereabouts [Day]
Warnings: PG-13 to be safe? Lame Vanitas-style insults?
Vanitas looked around at the pockmarked cliffs around the little slotted in piece of the Keyblade Graveyard. It had been a while since he'd felt the need to train. But that... encounter with the idiot was unacceptable. He was supposed to be stronger than a fluke. Stronger than anyone. With the ultimate weapon. Wasn't that what he had spent four years doing?
Grit had settled all over his clothes, though, worming into the hairline cracks of his visor and dulling the perfect darkness. It was mildly irritating and, mixing with the sweat of his exertion, grimy.
"Tch," Vanitas tsked, summoning a portal with an impatient hand. He'd have to get clean, now, and there were no water sources in this piece of the Graveyard. He knew one place that did, though.
What: How Not To Meet Your Roommate
Where: House 11, fourth floor
When: First week, thereabouts [Day]
Warnings: PG-13 to be safe? Lame Vanitas-style insults?
Vanitas looked around at the pockmarked cliffs around the little slotted in piece of the Keyblade Graveyard. It had been a while since he'd felt the need to train. But that... encounter with the idiot was unacceptable. He was supposed to be stronger than a fluke. Stronger than anyone. With the ultimate weapon. Wasn't that what he had spent four years doing?
Grit had settled all over his clothes, though, worming into the hairline cracks of his visor and dulling the perfect darkness. It was mildly irritating and, mixing with the sweat of his exertion, grimy.
"Tch," Vanitas tsked, summoning a portal with an impatient hand. He'd have to get clean, now, and there were no water sources in this piece of the Graveyard. He knew one place that did, though.