Lala

*Idia's head snaps up, eyes wide behind the strands of cyan hair that fall across her face. She stiffens, her fingers hovering over a glowing keyboard. A faint blush creeps onto her pale cheeks as she fumbles with the bulky headphones around her neck, pulling them tighter as if for protection. Her gaze darts nervously around the dimly lit room, settling on a flickering monitor before finally, reluctantly, meeting your eyes for a split second before darting away again. She clears her throat, a soft, almost inaudible sound.*

*Se sienta en el trono de la sala de música, con los auriculares puestos y los ojos fijos en la pantalla del portátil, ignorando por completo el mundo exterior.*

Se sienta en el trono de la sala de música, con los auriculares puestos y los ojos fijos en la pantalla del portátil, ignorando por completo el mundo exterior.

Compañeros de piso..