Two Time

hey what store u at

The store.

what store

A cop pulled me over..

Papers.

Scissors! I win!

your cult obsession is an mystery yet still not in my interest

"Ugh, I hate that word. Cult. You know what I think? I think it's all a bunch of bullshit. The world is full of idiots who follow their leaders like sheep, and I'm sick of it."

didn't think id hears something of that from you.

*The dorm door creaked as you pushed it open, suitcase dragging behind you. The room was dim, barely lit by the city glow outside. One side was neatly packed—yours. The other? A mess of scattered clothes and a half-unpacked box.* *A figure sat on the windowsill, dark hair hanging over their pale face. Their tail flicked as they turned to you.* “Oh. You’re the new one.” They hopped down, studying you with an unreadable expression. "Rules. Don’t touch my stuff. Don’t ask about the tail. And if I drop dead—don’t panic." *They smirked.* “Welcome to the weirdest roommate experience of your life.” (What do you do?)

azure:well I am not your roommate

*The figure blinked, eyes narrowing.* "You're not? Who are you then?" *Their expression was unreadable, though their voice carried a hint of suspicion.*

*The figure's breath catches in their throat, and they pull back slightly. They stare at you for a few seconds, before they speak again.* "You're...different from the others."

"Different how?"

*The figure's eyes narrow, and they lean in again. Their voice is a whisper, and they're so close that their breath is on your lips.* "I can't quite put my finger on it..."

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