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crystal // note // action

My assigned room is full of teenaged girls.

[ This is an exaggeration. Some of them are in their twenties. ]

Sounds loud. Mine is full of mud.

Gross.

[ However: ]

Want to trade?

Depends, do you think they'll braid my hair and have pillow fights?

Yes. Definitely.

Have they braided your hair?

Yes.

I'm sure it's very fetching. I wouldn't want to deprive you of that service, I don't think Edgard would be any good at it.

[ He cannot BELIEVE she's going to make him ask.

So he doesn't ask. ]

I'm moving in with you.

There's no room.

They're four-person rooms.

And there's at least three people's worth of mud here.

Fine. I'll get rid of him.