The silence was a tad unnerving for Tohru, but she honestly couldn't think of what else to say, so instead she was just watching Mira unpack while she fumbled around on her guitar, playing a few riffs here and there and fiddling with the tuning knobs. She might try tuning it half a step down from her usual standard-E, it created a richer and more sinister sound, like a score to her favorite horror flick or a hellish beast growling in the vaults of Thanatos. Damn! That sounded good, but as she was trying out the new tuning on her Gibson SG, a firm knock sounded at the door, followed by the call of an authoritative voice from a man, "Honada, I know you're in there." What the hell? What was that jerk doing here? It was bad enough he had to show up here at the school, but in front of her new roommate? Especially after they were slowly becoming friends? 

Tohru stood up, a bit of a grim look on her face as she nervously glanced at Mira, then back at the door, where the pounding persisted. Before she could even walk across the room to open it, it swung open, revealing an older man in....a police uniform. "Officer Nishuda.....what a pleasant surprise..." Tohru groaned at the man. "What now? Am I being sent to prison?" The cop glared headlong at the rocker before throwing at her a Slipknot duffel bag. "I wish, but no." He retorted gruffly, fixing his policeman's hat. "You left your crap down at the precinct, so Chief Matsumoto sent me to this princess-school to give it to you. Now don't thank me. If it were my choice, I'd have you packing to maximum security, but this academy should be punishment enough for you." As much as Tohru wanted to gut this bastard with her stiletto, she kept composure, just giving the cop a snarky grin, "Yeah thank you. Give the Chief my most humble regards, Nishuda. Later!" And with that, she slammed the door in Nishuda's face, but....her roommate might have seen the whole thing. "It's uh.....it's uh....." Tohru awkwardly stammered looking at Mira, beads of sweat dripping down her red hot face. Wonder how Mira might feel, since she just found out she was rooming with a convict. "So....is it time for class yet?"

Frantically, Tohru unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out what clothes she had, tossing them into a pile. It was mostly band shirts or black t's with monsters, skeletons, demons and other hellish creatures on them, and a few pairs of black and dark gray jeans frayed with numerous holes, there were even some goth skirts with fishnet stockings, and her black and white converse in case she didn't feel like wearing her demonia boots.