[ And it wasn’t needed at all: both of Lune’s parents had been Asian (although where had, say, their great-grandparents come from before the Fracture? don’t worry about it!), and so she’s already leaning over to unlace her boots at the entryway and step out of them, setting them neatly off to the side. ]
Muffins, [ Lune answers, and looks around the motel room. It’s a little bigger than her and Sciel’s, in that there’s at least a proper bedroom attached with a door, but it’s also more cramped from three people all living in each others’ pockets in such a relatively small space. She can’t imagine sharing that many roommates long-term. She’d been so guarded about her personal space back home, even with her own family members. ]
How did you get the room? [ she asks, smiling. ] Rock paper scissors? Combat?
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Muffins, [ Lune answers, and looks around the motel room. It’s a little bigger than her and Sciel’s, in that there’s at least a proper bedroom attached with a door, but it’s also more cramped from three people all living in each others’ pockets in such a relatively small space. She can’t imagine sharing that many roommates long-term. She’d been so guarded about her personal space back home, even with her own family members. ]
How did you get the room? [ she asks, smiling. ] Rock paper scissors? Combat?
[ For legal reasons, this is a joke. ]