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The sun beat its warm, yellowish-white rays right on Roanesca's drool-drenched face. A surprise bitch-slap it was, this caused her to rise but not shine, thanks to the lack of sleep brought on by hours of unpacking hoarded items and other luggage (but mostly hoarded items). The bandage around her head, which was put on as a result of banging her head on the upper bunk bed right in the middle of lunging towards the bed to take a good night's rest, has become slightly unraveled. It hurts, but as with most other injuries, not so much anymore. But it's still a bad feeling to wake up to, alongside being forced to cut a natural and peaceful sleep short.


[color=0076a3][i]Damn it, 7 AM. Classes are still at nine o'clock.[/i]
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Roanesca set her foot to the floor.


[color=0076a3][i]And this drool. Luckily, my hair doesn't need a fix.[/i]
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..and set her steps to the bathroom's sink, taking her toothbrush with her. After a few minutes of minor personal hygiene, the girl stopped to take a short, impressed look at this impressively neat and spacious dormitory room.[color=0076a3] [i]Whoever owns this must've been an incredibly rich bastard. They've got everything: a flatscreen TV, the kitchen, everything. This isn't Orean Cause. This is the Orean Hotel. All this personal space for myself, all for fr-[/i] [/color]

Roanesca suddenly remembered she has a roommate.

[color=0076a3][i]Ren... Ren... Ren Aoi. Let me take a little peek at her face, I'll judge.[/i]
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Roanesca shot a glance on the upper bunk bed. She saw the Ren Aoi with an energetic attitude, a girl who has the talent of athleticism and an orientation on optimism and positivity. And since Ren Aoi is a girl, she [i]might[/i] (least likely assumption ahead!) have no obsession over salamanders. [b]Might[/b].