[color=gold]"First year?"[/color] Jun smiled, tilting his head to the side. He gladly grabbed up the younger boys hand and shook it firmly, speaking in his thick Korean accent. [color=gold]"No, I'm a third year--a transfer. Isn't this the third year dorms?"[/color] He let himself into the room, poking at the door frame. [color=gold]"Well this is no good. Privacy will be a pain until we can ask someone to fix this for ya. You're an assassin then, Shuka?"[/color] He grabbed a stray curtain that had been torn down in the hallway and tried to hang it up over the small ledges that bordered the doors, happy to be helpful--or at least trying to be, seeing a the curtain was too heavy and didn't want to stay up.