[Mmm, in the middle of the night, Delysia gets up craving a nice cold glass of water. In her sleepy state, she walks toward where her desk normally is, wishing for a chilled glass. Not only does she find herself in the bathroom, there is also no glass in her hand. That's odd. Usually the ghosts are rather prompt
(
Read more... )
But then someone is TOUCHING HIM and there's SCREAMING and WHERE THE FUCK DID THE BLANKETS GO. He groans and rolls over, rubbing at his eyes blearily.]
Man, what--....
Reply
Wha....
Reply
Wh--... Who the HELL are you?!
Reply
I should ask you the very same thing! Sneaking into a girl's bed in the middle of the night like that!
Reply
Reply
Reply
What-- What's going on?! This isn't my room!
Reply
Reply
-- Wait, wait, what the heck is going on?! This isn't my room either!
Reply
And where's Jun?
Reply
[Yeah, he's grumpy. He sits where he is on the bed and watches her, running a hand roughly through his hair. THERE IS SOMETHING NAGGINGLY FAMILIAR ABOUT HER.]
And Jun's room is across the hall. ... Or, well, it should be. What's that got to do with anything?
Reply
Not that I don't think you're a charming young man, but I don't understand how this all happened! [Think, think...] A loss. It's a loss! That's it. Of course, that's it! That's it, isn't it?
Reply
This'd be one really random loss, though.
Reply
Well. If we're going on a loss together, and I can't see why, what's your name?
Reply
Reply
Oh! You're the neighbor across the hall. I'm Delysia Lafosse. I live with Jun. You two are friends, aren't you?
Reply
Leave a comment