[center][b]Zaelyn[/b] - [u]You can't stop me[/u][/center]

[quote=Unknown boy]"Um... Hello? No offense, but this is my roof..."[/quote]

The voice came from a figure who had just walked out of the house which Zaelyn had choosen the roof as her preferred place to watch the sea. Tilting her head down, she raised her left hand to cover her left eye, only glancing him with the flaming one. Both of her eyebrows raised in unison as a soft smile played over her lips. [i]Such a feisty, fiery nature. Hmm, rebirthing spirit?[/i] She narrowed her eyes- not out of annoyance, but she was trying to understand why the word [i]fire[/i] was practically everything about this boy. And then she remembered that she had to respond him, since he was talking with her.

[b]"Oh."[/b] Zaelyn spoke lowering her left hand and resting it over her thigh. [b]"Okay?"[/b] Sadly, she had absolutely no idea that she was possibly bothering him by sitting on his roof- to her, it was perfectly understandable that she had found that spot decent and wanted to remain in it until she got bored of the sea. Talking about the sea, perhaps the boy liked it, despite... fire being everything she could see about him with her eye. Well, she decided to ask, at least. [b]"Do you like the sea?"[/b]

[center][b]Tori[/b] - [u]At her assigned house[/u][/center]

After grumbling for thirty minutes about how demons equal trouble, Tori had decided to check the houses which was assigned for the students. Whelp, she didn't even get to see who her roommate was before and still didn't had an idea of who it might be now. When she arrived at the fairly comfortable house, she took a brief time to explore it, seeing the rooms, the bathroom, the possible kitchen which she had absolutely no idea of how to operate. Well, it was good. Decent and nice enough- she enjoyed it, mainly because of the simplicity. Raising some bags and placing it over the bed of the room she had chosen, the dark angel sat herself before leaning back. Her eyes kept open, staring up at the ceiling. She removed her scarf and placed it over the bed, a hand running through the skin of her neck as a grunt escaped her.

... Then she began to drift off to sleep, but not before wrapping her scarf around her neck again.