Yumiko had entered the room with her other hand on her hip, her lips curled into a mocking smile. It was nothing out of ordinary: only, perhaps, the fact that she had so calmly opened the door instead of slamming it open.
“What the fuck?” Yumiko clearly had trouble understanding Trouble was a name. “Who the fuck are you and why do you sound like that?” The archer stepped over, grabbing the blanket nonchalantly and trying to pull it off to see who this mysterious human she had never seen before was. Like you do. Invading people’s personal space for the sake of seeing who they were. She didn’t really grasp the concept of personal space or private time, but what she did know that his voice sounded weirdly breathy.
“Who even are you?! This is my room!” He yelled, gripping tightly onto the blanket. There was no way in hell he was gonna let go. With a rushed heart beat, he attempted to show his face to the person. Dear Jesus Christ who the hell was she.
“Do you just go around seeing if doors open?"Joseph furrowed his brows, face still red. Why did this have to happen. Did the universe just hate him in most of the ways possible? What’s next, his current love interest loses interest in him– Oh my god, no, I don’t want to jinx it.
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