[center][h1][color=indianred][i]Kiri Hae[/i][/color][/h1]
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Kiri took off her cloak and loosely folded it before dropping it next to her bag on the bed. She was in the process of rolling back her shoulders, her inked skin, verdant green and dusty rose, peaking out from under her top.
 
A throat cleared behind her. A voice, its tone dry and sarcastic, introduced herself. Kiri felt her irritation rise. Pausing, she glanced over her shoulder to see her new roommate standing in the doorway. His expression was as sardonic as his words. Kiri’s eyes sharpened. 
 
Before, he'd been uninspiring. Now he was annoying.
 
She turned and walked toward him. Holding his gaze, Kiri stopped in front of him, her expression flat. [color=indianred]”You’re blocking the door, [i]Colin[/i].”[/color]