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exsiliumlogs2013-05-28 08:59 am
taijiya) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-05-28 08:59 am
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Date & Time: May 28, late at night
Location: Housing Unit 1006
Characters: Sango and Nikolai
Summary: Someone else is living in Sango's apartment, and hasn't seen fit to introduce himself yet. She means to rectify that.
Warnings: Nothing unless somebody draws a blade for some reason. Maybe language?
With all the hectic life going on around Sango when she had first moved into the new housing, she had barely noticed the signs of life accompanying her own in the little apartment. There were words on the nameplate by the door, of course; they meant little and less to a teenage girl who grew up in a small warrior village in medieval Japan and thus they provided no clues. But there was another room in this apartment and things were scattered about it that had not been present on the first day, and sometimes such things moved.
By the time Sango noticed and gave herself a scolding for not noticing sooner, she decided that whoever was coming and going wasn't going to kill her in her sleep; and Kirara hadn't seen fit to tackle them yet, anyway. She gave it a little while to see if her roommate was going to be keen on showing himself in the near future.
And then she decided that she had waited long enough.
So she waited it out one night, nursing a cup of tea, perched comfortably on the foot of the bed in the disturbed room with Kirara curled up by her legs and the lights off. She was confident that she had spent long enough observing the patterns of her absentee roommate to know that he would drop by tonight.
Location: Housing Unit 1006
Characters: Sango and Nikolai
Summary: Someone else is living in Sango's apartment, and hasn't seen fit to introduce himself yet. She means to rectify that.
Warnings: Nothing unless somebody draws a blade for some reason. Maybe language?
With all the hectic life going on around Sango when she had first moved into the new housing, she had barely noticed the signs of life accompanying her own in the little apartment. There were words on the nameplate by the door, of course; they meant little and less to a teenage girl who grew up in a small warrior village in medieval Japan and thus they provided no clues. But there was another room in this apartment and things were scattered about it that had not been present on the first day, and sometimes such things moved.
By the time Sango noticed and gave herself a scolding for not noticing sooner, she decided that whoever was coming and going wasn't going to kill her in her sleep; and Kirara hadn't seen fit to tackle them yet, anyway. She gave it a little while to see if her roommate was going to be keen on showing himself in the near future.
And then she decided that she had waited long enough.
So she waited it out one night, nursing a cup of tea, perched comfortably on the foot of the bed in the disturbed room with Kirara curled up by her legs and the lights off. She was confident that she had spent long enough observing the patterns of her absentee roommate to know that he would drop by tonight.