[center][h3][b][color=ff48a5]Mary Sue Sullivan[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://image.film.at/images/cfs_landscape_616w_347h/7106616/46-149344534.jpg
[/img][hr][b][color=ff48a5]Location:[/color][/b] The Carnival: Outside Agatha's booth. -> Stark Hall, room 401
[b][color=ff48a5]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
[url=https://i.etsystatic.com/36775015/r/il/08f9ec/4116016970/il_1588xN.4116016970_effx.jpg]First Day Fit[/url][hr][hr][/center]
    Mary Sue was slightly put off by the lack of verbal response from her walking companion, and held back a frown at her recent failure to properly start up a relationship with somebody. Maybe talking just wasn't this person's thing? She could understand that, but most of the time people engaged in some form of communication, unless they were totally antisocial. Maybe she was, but Mary Sue was more likely to pin any social difficulties on herself. That way, there was actually something she could do about the situation, rather than assuming that something was a lost cause for no reason other than bad luck. 
 
    Her heart dropped a bit when they both arrived at the same room, not only because she wouldn't be given the time to herself that she needed, but also it seemed that she was already on the wrong foot with her roommate. Screaming at herself internally, she gripped onto the wording Ardere used. It felt so... Detached, like she wouldn't be living there, but staying there. Those things were different in Mary Sue's head; one was impersonal, and one was an experience. Mary Sue nodded weakly and just said "[color=ff48a5]Um... Yeah. Ardere[/color]." She let her words hang there, having no idea how she should proceed with any form of conversation.