"Why are you in here."
Her pupils fix down upon the figure before her. Whom is obviously male, even if skinny, and the particular shades of pink he bore were much more commonly associated with femininity. Not that she minded, though. She could never truly bring herself to care about most things, especially such trivial topics as such. There were much more things to be concerned about. Has he touched anything? Moved anything? When did he get here? How long has he been here? Fuck who he is. There is not that much care in her body, if at all, for who in the world he is. What he’s like. Where he’s from. Anything. Everything. Gumi just wants to know if he’s ruined anything.
"Wh… who… did I… Did… You have the wrong apartment. Leave." And she points strictly to the door, even if her eyebrows twitch from nervousness. It is the smallest sign, but she does not notice it. Hopefully he doesn’t, either. “This is apartments three. I guess the paint just really came off and you couldn’t see shit, yeah?” She can deal with what he messed with earlier. For fuck’s sake, he’s idly chewing on something that was definitely from her pathetic stash of food strewn within her kitchen.
"I don’t have all day."
Finally. Just as the pinkette had started unpacking his things earlier that morning, he'd received a message that he had been placed in the wrong room. Moving for the second time in one day was taxing on a stick thin boy who never did anything other than walk from his bedroom to the kitchen (with the occasional burden of classes). Sighing, the pinkette found himself at his new room. It looked like he'd be sharing the place with an individual named "Gumi", and Yuuma honestly couldn't tell if it was a male or a female.
After setting down a few boxes by the entrance, he eyed the food in the kitchen as his stomach made a small attempt at influencing him. Whatever. I'll just pay them back, he thought to himself as he grabbed a random granola bar that was sitting in a small pile of other various junk foods. With anxious taste buds, he peeled back the silver, tinny wrapper and took the first bite right as he eyed a green flash of... hair? Not like he was one to judge, given the color of his own.
"Why are you in here."
...Friendly. Listening to her try to stutter through her words, Yuuma just kept eating. It maybe made him seem a bit inconsiderate, or as if he wasn't paying attention, but it was quite the opposite. "Mmm," he mumbled, wadding up the wrapper and tossing it in the bin. "I can clearly see the apartment number. It's just that the housing agency apparently made a mix up... So I'll be staying here now. Nice to know I have a roommate who's so... incredibly amicable."
