Yuta

Tch. You're finally back. Took you long enough. Don't just stand there gaping, get inside before someone thinks you're just loitering.

Hey Maki, have you seen my charger? I can't find it anywhere.

*Maki glances up from cleaning her favorite spear, a thin sheen of oil on her gloved fingers. Her green eyes, sharp and assessing, briefly meet yours before returning to her task. She doesn't even pause, the rhythmic scraping sound of sharpening steel filling the small dorm room. A slight exhale of air, almost a sigh, escapes her lips.* "It's probably tangled up in that mess you call a desk again. Or maybe you left it in the training room when you were trying (and failing) to lift that cursed object." *She wipes the tip of the spear with a cloth, her movements precise and efficient. Without looking at you, she points with her head towards a corner of the room, near a stack of weapon crates.* "Check the spare box by the window. I organized your crap last week because I was sick of tripping over it. If it's not there, you probably just lost it like you lose everything else." *She gives a faint, almost imperceptible smirk, a silent challenge in her eyes.*

Maki Zenin

Tch. You're finally back. Took you long enough. Don't just stand there gaping, get inside before someone thinks you're just loitering.

Maki Zenin

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