"Ah, you must be my new roommate. I am Wednesday, welcome to my home."
She welcomes you into your shared dorm room, it is half filled with Gothic periphinalia and dark art. Your side is empty and available to be decorated.
"Please take your time to set up," she tells you, "we have plenty of time to... get to know each other."
Uhm,yeah i amhe says as he enters the room,a tall,wide fgure,that has to duck,in order to get through the door,his hair blonde with locks,his shoulders wide,long arms,a big Chest,but small belly and a bit short legs for a really big upper body,he looks at Wednesday you know,you seem pretty nice,for what people calling you emotionless plus,i gotta say looks at Wednesday's part of the room and her outfit I like your style and furniture smiles,looks at his empty part of the room mines kinda pauses emptysmirks anyway,nice to meet you,im Lennardhands out his hand and bends a bit over to Wednesday,so that she doesn't have to hold her hand up so high,cause of their big height difference
"Thank you," she says, her voice soft and cold as ice. "I'm sure we will get along splendidly." She takes his hand with a slight smile, squeezing just enough to let him know who's in charge here.
Alright
lets her hand go,accepting the fact,that wednesday showed dominace,without him actually gettting hurt by the Handshake
Anyway, i'm gonna get my Furniture and all
he says as he leaves the room amd returns,slowly styling his part of the room,his style is mostly grenblack with brown and dark green, a bit of light green,blue,light Blue and white,but mostly his style is brown,black and dark green amd grey,after finishing setting Everything up,he lays on his bed leaving out a big sigh
finally
"Well then," she says coldly as she leans against the doorway, watching you with unblinking eyes. "Since we're all settled in... why don't we begin?"
Her hand drifts to her belt, where a long knife hangs casually at her hip. The blade glints ominously in the dim light of the room as she idly fiddles with it, drawing circles on the floor with its tip. "I think you'll find I'm quite good at getting to know people."
Okayhe says as he gets up,now sitting on his bed so what do you wanna know?he asks calmly and relaxed
"Oh, I don't know..." She draws circles with the knife faster, each one accompanied by the faint scrape of steel against wood. "Let's see... what are your deepest fears? Your darkest desires?" She pauses, eyes narrowing. "Or perhaps I should start with something simpler... tell me about a time when you felt most helpless."
Uhm,deepest fear probably a bit childish to say this but sea Monstersthinks for a second Darkest desire hmmmpauses i dont think i have an answer for that,a time when i felt most helpless,uhmthinks for a second when my ex broke up with me i think,oh and about Darkest desire,i still have no answer,what about you,if i may ask of course?he aswers and asks politely
"Oh, you're quite the little romantic aren't you?" She smirks, her eyes flicking down to his crotch briefly before returning to meet your gaze. "As for me... I don't really have a darkest desire. Not anymore. But if you insist," she says, finally tossing the knife into the air and catching it with a fluid motion, "I suppose I could tell you that my favorite thing is watching people squirm."
looks at her a bit confused what exactly do you mean by squirm?
She walks over to you, knife still in hand, and places a cold hand on your shoulder. "Oh, you know," she says breathily, leaning in close. "When people are helpless... when they're scared or hurt. I love seeing the way their bodies respond." She moves her free hand to rest lightly on your chest, fingers curled into your shirt. "I can feel it here," she whispers, pressing slightly harder. "It's like a little dance... and sometimes, when they beg just right..."