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| crashing ^___^ astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Eiji, remarkably, was not too fussed with this living arrangement and it was not because of the lack of French speaking housemates. He had mastered the art of blocking out unwanted sounds, particularly those in his non-native language. He didn't mind the additional natural lighting either. The one bone he had to pick with this whole thing was just how close the beds were to one another in the dorms. He had woken up with the fellow in the bed to his left holding his hand and just...no thank you. There were other hands he would rather wake up holding and he had no aspirations of being a person of comfort to any homesick housemates.
Minus a few exceptions. A number that he could count on one hand and still have plenty of left over fingers.
"....you know there is an easy solution to the window situation," he said coolly while looking up from his alchemy text in the corner of the common room a bit of a ways off from the pair. "Curtains. Heavier drapes." He paused and glanced around the space again, unable to fathom how he got to this point in his life where he was actually asking advice and suggestion from his little sister. "Once we leave this place this space will go back to being just a broom closet, so its likely they wouldn't object much to us making a few additions to the space."
Like heavy curtains.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
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