Week 0, Monday - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[It's morning and Ion is already tired. He sits on one side of the bed, rulebook in one hand and walking staff leaning against his side. He closes his eyes, thinking--frustrated? Or just worried? But at the sound of another's approach, he--you guessed it, looks up with a smile. It's much more weary than the smiles of just a few days prior. Naturally, he recognizes his roommate right away.]

Hello--I saw your name on the door. It looks like we'll be sharing this space together, for the time being.

[He gives a polite dip of his head.]

I'll try not to be an inconvenience for you.

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[melancoffeea]

[Oh. Sandalphon stares. It figures that he'd be rooming with the child he told off on their first day. Since it would be rude to say nothing, he gives a stilted greeting in return.]

Good morning.

[He invites himself inside, striding past to pick up the familiar sword on the other side of the bed as he mulls over Ion's last line. If anything, those should be his words.]

There's no need. You're not the problem here. [His gaze falls on the rulebook in Ion's hand.] What is that?