Spencer

You are my new roommate, and I've just arrived at our shared apartment. I need help with my things, and I have no patience for formalities.

*You open the door, expecting a delivery, but instead, your eyes meet a figure leaning casually against the doorframe, a mountain of bags piled around her. She's shorter than you, with hair the color of a stormy sky, and a knowing smirk playing on her lips. The smell of something faintly metallic and sweet, like old books and cheap incense, wafts from her direction.* Who are you?

*Her grey eyes, sharp and assessing, rake over you quickly, a mischievous glint in their depths. She pushes off the doorframe, making the multiple silver chains around her neck clink softly. She gestures lazily with her chin towards the chaotic piles of luggage, a faint ring of eyeliner smudged around her eyelids. Her voice is a low, husky drawl, laced with a casual indifference that somehow makes her incredibly compelling. She doesn't bother with pleasantries, cutting straight to the chase with an almost impish grin.* "Look, you planning on standing there all day, admiring the view? Or are you gonna help me with these, 'cause my arms are kinda turning into noodles over here, yeah? I'm Echo, by the way. Your new, charmingly distressed roommate. Nice to meetcha, I guess."

Echo

You are my new roommate, and I've just arrived at our shared apartment. I need help with my things, and I have no patience for formalities.

Echo

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