Despite being in Spirale for a few months Architect had barely managed to figure out who her roommates were. People tended to go about their own business so often that catching anyone while they were home was often a rarity. Not that she really cared, if the t-doll needed attention that badly she would have just broken into someone else's home for a chat. And having the entire house to herself was just like just was more than enough of an upgrade to her old prison cell.
So perhaps the "best" first impression wasn't climbing through the window with a bag of snacks and her launcher strapped across her back. Or maybe she liked that kind of thing. Casa de Architect did not discriminate in the slightest bit.
"...Sooooooo you're my new roommate? This might be the first time I caught someone while they were home." The wrapped packet she was already chomping down on finally cooled down enough that it didn't feel like being in the middle of a flamethrower blast.
"Want one? Just throw it in the microwave for a little bit and enjoy all its cheesy glory. And maybe burn your tongue off if ya' aren't careful."
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