Fell opened the door and looked in on what could be her home for the next three years.
It was quiet, empty, dark... and boring. Nothing decorated the walls, nothing added colour to the room. Only a bed adorned with plain black sheets and comforter and the boxes containing her belongings were found in the room.
It was dull, lifeless, and completely far from her taste.
It needed to change.
"Think I'm aloud to paint the walls?" She asked her pact partner, Kingsbane, as he snaked through the air past her and into the dorm. He looked annoyed. Then again, he was not the most cheerful of company. But in his defense, she had just dragged him all over the festival grounds. Maybe he was just tired?
:I don't think they'll care, ssso long asss you do not dessstroy it or burn it down.: He hissed out and moved in deeper to get a better look.
"That's... a given." She snorted, and tossed her backpack onto the bed; relieved to hear it land with a soft thud rather than a hard one. It meant the bed wasn't as hard as board.
Thank Jack!
There was one large window spreading onto two walls in the corner, offering them both a nice overhead view of the school grounds.
They were lucky enough to get a dorm room on the corner of the building. Lucky because it felt like she had more privacy, knowing that they weren't sandwiched by two other rooms. She could tolerate living by one... but having to listen to the noise from two other dorms was likely to drive her insane. She liked--no--she needed her privacy.
The rest of the room, now that she had a better look at it, could be 'fixed.' She could easily add a little life into this bare space and make it more tolerable. Who knew, maybe by the time she had unpacked her things it would look a little more like a home?
"I still need to go pick up the pets." She reminded King who had moved over to the window seat. He didn't answer. "They're probably behaving, but I'd rather pick them up sooner than later. Just to be on the safe side, y'know?"
Still no answer.
"King?" She asked, annoyance starting to put an edge on her voice, up until she walked over and looked down at him.
His ribcage had dimmed, but it still pulsed with life---Fear; her Fear. He was asleep.
It had been what? A year since she found him and made a pact with him? A year and yet she was still shocked at his sleeping form. She hadn't known he slept. Then again, he was alive and most living things normally needed sleep---but with him, it was odd. Maybe it wasn't sleep. Maybe he just sort of powered down to conserve energy..? Who knew, but she never missed her chance to lightly brush her hand through his thick mane of fur affectionately. To be honest, doing so had taken her a lot of practice until she didn't disturb the soul eater's sleep.
A lot of practice and a lot of failed attempts.
Removing her hand, she moved back to where her belongings sat in boxes and began to open them.
She didn't have much, but it was enough. She didn't need a whole lot of junk. She did have a few valuables. One of which was her predator computer; which was the first thing she unpacked.
She never liked having to move that thing. It had been packed well, but she had had accidents with them in the past, so she had learned to be even more careful with them. Thankfully enough, it was unharmed, though she had thought she had lost one of the cords, only to find it packed in another box. Unfortunately, she couldn't set it up, until she unpacked and assembled the desk she had bought on the way here. Her old one was old and worn out and had several claw marks from Stitch. It needed replacing. This new one was metal and could stand to take Stitch's abuse more than her old one could.
She started with that.
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It took her about six hours and a lot of cursing, but she was finally done. The room still looked pretty bare with nothing on the walls, but there was really no point in putting anything up until they were painted. But the room was an improvement. More welcoming to a teenage ghoul for sure! But it still needed paint... She would have to go and buy some paint later on. Perhaps even Mei and anyone else who wanted to pitch in could help her paint...? It was a nice thought, but it was an unlikely one, considering she didn't really know anyone aside from the broken doll ghoul.
"I'm going to pick up the pets." She called quietly to King, knowing full well there would be no answer. When he slept he slept for most of the day. Unless of course he was on full alert. But he wasn't, so he'd likely be out of it for the next few hours at least. Which meant she could go pick them up and have him wake up to the surprise of minipets who had a habit of rubbing against his face while he slept.
Yes, this would feel like home in no time!
