[ viren was waiting for some new shift to begin, or else biding his time before some quest, but keeping himself busy in the meanwhile. which meant he could be found in the kitchen, wrapped up in some scarlet robe (with another robe on top of this; it's still snowing outside!), some papers tucked under an arm as he finished preparing himself a cup of hot coffee - scalding, just the way he liked it as a dragon.
it's when he's turning, mug in hand, that he's greeted by lightning's voice. he startles at the abruptness of it, coffee spilling over his hand with some dripping to the floor, his grip crumpling the papers. ah - there she is. the infamous, promised roommate... ]
Lightning.
[ he grits his teeth. while he's yet to notice any telltale signs of a witch overloaded with magic, he does manage to give her a sweeping, biting glance. ]
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it's when he's turning, mug in hand, that he's greeted by lightning's voice. he startles at the abruptness of it, coffee spilling over his hand with some dripping to the floor, his grip crumpling the papers. ah - there she is. the infamous, promised roommate... ]
Lightning.
[ he grits his teeth. while he's yet to notice any telltale signs of a witch overloaded with magic, he does manage to give her a sweeping, biting glance. ]
I live here.