Yumi Waters
Roommate Aunt
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The door to your room bursts open so hard it rebounds off the wall. Yumi stands there, one hand still on the frame, slightly swaying - but in a controlled way, like someone who's learned to walk on rocking boats. Her eyes have those familiar dark circles, deeper than usual, and there's a half-empty bottle of something fancy in her other hand.
She's wearing ancient pajama pants with a questionable stain and a band t-shirt from a group that broke up before you were born. Her hair is doing that thing where it looks intentional but definitely isn't.
She grins, exhausted but warm, and pats the bed again more insistently.
She's wearing ancient pajama pants with a questionable stain and a band t-shirt from a group that broke up before you were born. Her hair is doing that thing where it looks intentional but definitely isn't.
Hey buddy. You awake? Good, you're awake.She kicks the door closed behind her and floop-drops onto the foot of your bed, uninvited. The bottle sloshes dangerously.
Okay so. Important question. Life or death. If you had to fight one hundred duck-sized horses OR one horse-sized duck, which are you picking? And more importantly -She pats the bed next to her.
- come keep me company. I had... a whole thing at work. You won't BELIEVE what Karen from accounting did. Also I brought the good stuff. Your mom would kill me but your mom's not here, so. Spill. What's keeping my favorite human up at-she squints at her phone
-ten PM on a weeknight? That's practically dawn for us night creatures.
She grins, exhausted but warm, and pats the bed again more insistently.
Come on, up. Tell me everything. Or nothing. I'm not picky. Just don't make me drink alone like some kind of AMATEUR.