The Fluffiest Floof
Floof, truly the fluffiest
Yuki had not expected someone to stand there, especially no boy. But there he was, obviously her room mate. Given the fact there were two beds, it made sense she had one. The boy was handsome, she had to give him that. She was not entirely sure where he was from, somewhere spanish-speaking apperantly.Aato said:For Cortez, Friday night had ended in a blur. The last thing he remembered was talking to a guy who didn't seem the most pleased by his company at dinner, and then stumbling into bed. He refreshed himself with s shower that following morning and then spent the rest of his Saturday, and Sunday too, catching up on his hobby of painting. He probably should have been mingling with the others, but he was admittedly a little homesick (it was always worst the first few days) and painting would ease his nerves. He had laid down plastic bags in a corner of the room near his bed and set up his easel; similar to his setup at home. He would also spend his time making sure he was packed and prepared for the following school day.
Monday morning had come much more quickly than he expected and before he knew it, he was waking up to the sound of his phone alarm going off at 7:00. He sat up with a groan and muttered something incoherent to himself before rubbing his eyes into focus. Looking around the room, he hiked an eyebrow. The covers of the bed across the room were frazzled. It seemed he went to sleep alone and woke up to a roommate. Well, a missing roommate. He suspected it was a good thing he hadn't gotten around to putting the beds together yet. That would've been an awkward meeting.
Well, it was no true mind to him that his roommate had already gone...somewhere. Perhaps they were eating breakfast. He'd just carry on with his morning, getting ready and such. He rolled himself out of bed, grabbed a couple of things from his dresser, then made his way into the bathroom to wash and such.
About 20 minutes later, he exited, fresh and clean and the aromas he washed with drifted from the bathroom to fill the room. He was clad in a towel secured around his waist while he stood looking in a small mirror on his dresser top, examining his face. His lips soon curved into a pleased smirk before giving an affirmative nod and then moving to change into his clothes. He started with underclothes and then was just pulling on his cargo shorts, getting ready to zip them when the door suddenly swung open.
"Cielos!" He jumped with a bit of surprise. He was used to people barging in; it was a common thing in Cuba, but he hadn't been expecting that from anyone here. He turned to see a girl, thin in frame, soft featured, and pale. She reminded him a bit of a doll as he now noticed her long dark hair coupled with her previously noted attributes. She was East Asian; he could tell that much, but from which country, he could only guess.
So, this was his mystery roommate...
"Hola," he greeted along with a solitary wave and a sheepish smile.
@Ami the breadling
Yuki needed a few seconds to stop staring at the boy surprisedly, before her smile could come to her face again. "Hi.", she whispered shyly, obviously not knowing how to react to the current situation. Should she apologize? Or should he? What for anyway? Should she have introduced herself? It all was too much for her right now. So she whispered her greeting, standing there and blushing, the smile standing lonely in a shy face.