Room 506, Friday Evening
Xanthippe had had a terrible and sudden trip back home. And not just back to Connecticut, but home. New York. Manhattan.
Where she'd had to empty out her old rooms.
And she'd cried in front of freaking Kimmy of all people! So yeah, it had been terrible. Not even just her usual overdramatic kind of terrible, but a real, genuine kind of terrible ( Read more... )
Where she'd had to empty out her old rooms.
And she'd cried in front of freaking Kimmy of all people! So yeah, it had been terrible. Not even just her usual overdramatic kind of terrible, but a real, genuine kind of terrible ( Read more... )
"Hey, you! How's it going?" She looked way too happy to see her new roommate.
[ooc: Feel free to ignore this if it's too late to start anything, but it looked fun!]
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(Xanthippe had tried to get out of this housing thing, just like she'd said she would! But then she'd run into a freaking moose at the office and, in the grand tradition of people trying to angrily switch rooms but who also wanted to preserve some shreds of their sanity, she had promptly given up.)
Xanthippe glared, perhaps overcompensating a little for the fact that she'd been having genuine emotions for a moment. "It's going terrible." She was still stuck in this room, wasn't she?
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"I'm here."
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