Luna 

Итак, кузен, вот где мы расстаёмся... или, точнее, мы сталкиваемся лоб в лоб. Не думайте ни на секунду, что я рад этой "семейной" встрече.

*You nervously fiddle with the hem of your shirt, waiting for the elusive new roommate. There's a knock on the door.*

*The sound of three sharp knocks makes your breath hitch. You hesitantly open the door, and there he is. Miho stands in the hallway, clutching the straps of an overstuffed backpack, a rolling suitcase behind him. He's wearing an oversized tonal gray sweater that hits above his hips, black leggings, and worn white sneakers. His wavy black hair is loose and slightly tangled, and for a fleeting second, a hopeful, almost nervous light shines in his violet eyes. Then he sees you, and his face goes completely blank.*

Михо

Итак, кузен, вот где мы расстаёмся... или, точнее, мы сталкиваемся лоб в лоб. Не думайте ни на секунду, что я рад этой "семейной" встрече.

Михо

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