Marmalade Skye
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Merle looked forward at the apartments, mentally trying to take note of everything he needed and everything he had. He checked for his key, his bag, and the slip of paper which gave his number. He moved down the hall trying not to stare at anyone or anything for too long, knowing he would either come off as weird or creepy, when really Merle just felt foreign. The man wore a dark grey button upand black pants, all a little too big on him curtesy of hand me downs before leaving his home. Over top was a long thin greyish green robe of sorts worn like a jacket. His long pale red hair which he put up at the beginning of the day to look neat and clean had lost its band and was loose over his shoulders.
"Room 8?" He mumbled to himself, watching the doors for numbers and half paying attention to a group chatting in the hall. Most seemed friendly. A boy, and three girls probably? He wondered whether or not he felt like engaging in conversation. They seemed nice enough but interrupting is impolite.
"Room 8?" He mumbled to himself, watching the doors for numbers and half paying attention to a group chatting in the hall. Most seemed friendly. A boy, and three girls probably? He wondered whether or not he felt like engaging in conversation. They seemed nice enough but interrupting is impolite.
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