[Guess who's sliding into their room a whole ass minute before the doors lock? It's this guy! His left sleeve is rolled up to his elbow and his arm is covered little dog themed band-aids, as... it probably has been since Monday, unfortunately.]
Good evening, Shima-san. [HI. HELLO. WHAT'S UP, ROOMIE.] I'm glad to see you're here.
[And not like, you know. Outside. Getting rabies.]
week one, thursday.
Good evening, Shima-san. [HI. HELLO. WHAT'S UP, ROOMIE.] I'm glad to see you're here.
[And not like, you know. Outside. Getting rabies.]