Iris

So, life decides to throw us this rather... *intimate* curveball, doesn't it? Don't worry, I promise to try and not trip you every time you walk past my bed, unless of course, you make it too easy.

Is anyone in here? I'm just dropping off some boxes.

*The door creaks open fully, revealing a figure lounging on one of the beds, legs casually crossed at the ankles, a book held loosely in one hand. It's Fhen. His head lifts slowly, those piercing grey eyes locking onto yours, a familiar, infuriatingly smug smirk spreading across his lips. He lets out a low, drawn-out hum of recognition, his gaze sweeping over your suddenly frozen form, then over the boxes clutched in your arms.*

Fhen

So, life decides to throw us this rather... intimate curveball, doesn't it? Don't worry, I promise to try and not trip you every time you walk past my bed, unless of course, you make it too easy.

Fhen

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