Thread: Clinging to Ashes (Translucentfeathers & Erebus)

If you're going to wake me up anyway, then I'd prefer it be done with a simple knock. I'm a light sleeper. She absolutely did not want anything disturbing her, be it from natural noise or otherwise. The odd horn tooting and boisterous drunk college students were fine but the walls separating the apartment rooms were sinfully thin. It was incredibly easy to rouse her from her dreams and subsequently, her ire. On the other hand, Cara had a point. Did she really want to be privy to the knowledge that something or rather might be happening in the room opposite her? She'd hear it anyway if they were particularly loud. Marisa frowned to herself. It was common courtesy, wasn't it... then again, she's never had to do it. All she remembered was being unable to sleep when her now estranged father and boyfriend-of-the-night got it on like jackrabbits. After all, she made sure that her past roommates had taken their flouncing elsewhere. Just imagining the residue in her apartment was enough to make her shudder. She'd even gone in to clean their rooms once or twice, even if they adhered to her rules and rubbed it down themselves, one couldn't be too careful. Judging by her first impression of Cara, she was willing to bet that there would be a lot of that. We'll discuss it later. She said finally, hoping the trial run might go smoother in reality than it did in her head. That was her answer to everything. If she couldn't come up with a solution now, she'd come up with one later, and presumably soon. Loose ends made her antsy. People called her a psychopath, she called it taking definitive action. For now just take it into account... Marisa inhaled softly, but the sound couldn't be mistaken for anything but quiet irritation. What I meant was... if you wanted a meal, you will have to provide the ingredients yourself. Groceries carry only the essentials. Bread, milk, butter, so on and so forth. She scowled lightly. Don't assume something so crass. I wouldn't make you pay for all of our meals. She could already tell that this woman might prove difficult, considering the speed in which they were already butting heads. She didn't want to sit around and discuss something so trivial when signatures weren't even on the paper yet. And if she thought about it, it was a minuscule thing. Paying for food wasn't an issue for her. We'll do it your way then. Naturally we can discuss problems when they arise but for now, that's fine. Giving up so easily left a bad taste in her mouth but she knew finding another roommate would be too difficult. With that and the tour done and dusted, only one thing remained making everything official. Despite their obvious differences, Marisa was almost determined not to give in. While the contract did hold some weight to it, she knew that it could always be changed at a later date or at least revised to suit both her needs. She wasn't willing to compromise her entire living space to this stranger who was already making demands, having not spent even a single hour in her apartment. She retrieved her precious folder and flipped it open. Roommate agreement sheets which required signatures on every page detailing everything the brunette-blonde had talked about earlier and more accompanied more important financial contracts including rent payment. She sat the stack of paper on a round, compact dining table and slipped a blue Bic pen next to it. This is for you. She gestured. I've marked the ones you need to sign and once you've done that, I'll take the necessary papers to my-- our landlord and take care of the rest. The way the apartment was set up was a little strange. It was basically a small complex on a plot of land but situated around it were apartments of the same make and size. It was a mix between an actual house and a flat. After, I can help you get settled if you have a lot of belongings to unpack. Marisa folded her arms and lifted a brow. If we're in agreement.