[center][h1][color=0072bc]Joryldin Nailo[/color][/h1]
[sub]Interacting with: [color=f7941d]Dakota Brookes[/color] [@WeepingLiberty][/sub][/center]

With the sun approaching fast and his senses at their breaking point, Jorylin excused himself from his partner's company and walked down the street towards their lodge. Number four of the common housing, if he recalled correctly. About halfway there, Dakota caught up with him, munching on some sort of stuffed pastry balls. Maybe doughnut holes? Not likely, it had to be something fancier. She didn't say anything, and considering how tense the whole night had been so far, a quiet walk was VERY welcome. They reached their house after a couple of minutes and Joryldin fished his key out of the envelope. He turned the lock with a satisfying click and turned back to give Dakota a small smile as he opened the door.

"[color=0072bc]Wow... I don't think I've ever seen an apartment this nice.[/color]"

He gestured for her to come take a look, then instantly disappeared. All the lights turned on, as did the TV. A grey blur rushed past her and the bedroom doors flew open. The fridge opened and shut instantly, and a game console appeared under the TV. When the blur finally became slow enough for human eyes to see, Joryldin stood there in sweatpants and a grey hoodie, two sizes too big. He gave her a description of the room then said,

"[color=0072bc]I'll take the room on the left since it's smaller. I don't have much.[/color]"

He pulled the curtains aside, freeing the windows. 

"[color=0072bc]I'm gonna head to bed... You enjoy the sunrise, ok?[/color]"