✎Emmet Ackerஜ
✎Where:Dorm
✎With:Himself
✎Thinking/Feeling:Uneasy
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✎He nodded along as she spoke and gave her a sympathetic laugh. "Can they really blame us? Sometimes they unload so much work on us it's a wonder how we remember to put our pants on the next day."
He adjusted his bag on his shoulder and added. "Emmet. Emmet Acker. 2D artist, sculptor and coffee connoisseur. I'm actually right next door to you." He nodded towards the dorms then set off towards them. His gait was slow at first in case she didn't follow or if she did, she they could keep pace with each other and continue talking. "I didn't think they'd let us all sleep next door to each other." he admitted. "I'll try to keep as quiet as I can. If my process gets too loud for you, just beat on the wall or come knocking. I won't bite." he snickered as he resisted the urge to add 'unless you want me to.' They only just met after all, no need to scare her off so soon.
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