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❛ I think we’re gonna be room mates from now on .. ? Unless.. I have the wrong room.. ❜
Things had been going okay for him that day. Other than the fact he had woken up in a hospital with no recollection of his past whatsoever, he was fine. Surely he had seen better days. –Or he at least hoped so; he couldn’t recall. Nevertheless, emerald hues became fixated on the.. rather horse-like face, trying to read any kind of reaction he would get from the sandy-haired blond. As he watched the male closely, he wondered whether he was the same as himself. Had this man forgotten everything there was to know about his past ? Or was it just him, and him alone ? As the thought crossed his mind, he couldn’t help but think of how irritating it would be down the line, when people ask him about his upbringing and other sorts of things and he wouldn’t be able to answer. The most basic of things he had even forgotten how to do. He had no idea what half of the gadgets or whatnot even did or how they even worked. Though they did intrigue him, he wasn’t one to fiddle with such trinkets. He wouldn’t want to be held responsible should anything happen.
A week. Actually, not even a week; Jean had only been in the room for barely two days, two days, and there was already someone he didn’t know that was going to be his roommate. He didn’t even have the time to settle in and try to at least search for his memory. Heck, his bed wasn’t even properly lived in yet.
“ There is literally no one else living in this floor. Or the whole building for that matter so I’m pretty sure you’re in the right room. ”
At least the guy didn't seem too bad. But it had only been a second so he couldn't exactly judge him properly. Or in any way other than by looks and posture alone. Looking down at himself though, it wasn’t like he made the best impression himself, dressed in random clothes, lounging on the bed, and becoming the picture perfect example of lazy.
