Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

Marisa pressed her lips together thinly. She expected the woman to retaliate to some of her points, but she didn't think she would feel so strongly about it. Actually, I would prefer that your smoking be taken far, far away from the complex. The smell is incredibly noticeable. She didn't want to add anything insulting like 'probably from you' but she was certainly thinking it. Her smile had wavered a little but not to the point where she thought it would be an issue. At the very least the woman hadn't been scared off by her long list of must-haves but rather she seemed to be going through them step by step. It was one of the smaller things that irked her. If the consumption of alcohol is on your lonesome, then there is no curfew, Marisa corrected with a subtle eye-roll. And so long as you don't disturb the peace with said wine tasting then that would be for the better. Wait, painting? Now that you mention your hobby... will your paints be an issue? I absolutely want zero splatters anywhere. She was about to include Cara's potential room into consideration before remembering that she didn't have the right to do so, considering the room would technically be her roommate's territory, that didn't make it separate from the apartment as a whole. The blonde-brunette sighed. The subject of overnight guests will have to be discussed on a case-by-case basis. She'd had her share of roommates trying to sneak their boyfriends or girlfriends in for the night, disguising them as casual on-the-side acquaintances that needed a place to stay. When it was made clear that Cara was speaking about something completely different, she felt her cheeks flush lightly. I see. Restricted to the bedroom, minimal noise... the solitary roommate will have the right to move them from the apartment into a more suitable location if noise is an issue. Marisa gave a pointed glance at Cara, But I'd expect these things to be discussed beforehand. Cooking won't be an issue. I happen to enjoy it. So long as you pay for the necessary ingredients and groceries, then I will be more than willing to provide dinner for the both of us. I understand roommates prefer to go their separate ways when it comes to food but where a tight budget is present, homemade meals is a cheaper option. Marisa had learned to cook from a young age and while she wouldn't call herself a master chef, she knew enough to get by. Maybe Cara was trying to get out of the responsibility, and she didn't want to force her roommate to take their turns cooking... at least, not yet. A tour then. Marisa said promptly, discarding the folder back to the kitchen table as she guided the woman around. A relatively expensive looking television upheld by a wooden desk and a single leather sofa in front of it accompanied by a glass coffee table with a tidy stack of Gossip magazines tidied on the side. That's the lounge, she pointed before moving toward the bedrooms. There was one on either side of the walls, directly opposite each other. This is mine, she gestured to the right. Left is yours. Decorate as you see fit. The bathroom was shown along with the laundry machine. The porch too was given a brief introduction but Marisa was rolling through it rather quick and they were back to the kitchen in no time. Kettle works. Oven works. Everything is always working, everything is neat and tidy... and you know of its convenient location. She tapped her fingers on the folder. What do you think?