"Why wouldn't we be in the same dorm?" Of course they were all in the same dorm.
She led him down and into the room where the beds were. Some were made, some not. Most probably had stuff around. But one would probably stand out to him, and it was right where she was leading him.
"If you want to swap and take the bed in the middle we can trade," she said softly. She pointed to three beds. "That one is Axel's." then to a bed that cleary has not been unmade in ages, next to it. "That one is mine." Shocking no one she still sleeps on top of the blanket with her boots on. And without dusks to tend the room, it shows.
And then the bed that probably stood out. "Yours, unless you want to trade." The bed was COVERED in seashells, most of them brightly coloured, but some were plainer in color but interesting in other ways. "One shell for every night since Axel arrived that you weren't here," she said softly. "I know you like to keep count. I'm sorry I didn't count for you before he arrived." She looked down at her gloves, one still holding his sleeve, afraid he'd be upset about her lack of counting for him.
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She led him down and into the room where the beds were. Some were made, some not. Most probably had stuff around. But one would probably stand out to him, and it was right where she was leading him.
"If you want to swap and take the bed in the middle we can trade," she said softly. She pointed to three beds. "That one is Axel's." then to a bed that cleary has not been unmade in ages, next to it. "That one is mine." Shocking no one she still sleeps on top of the blanket with her boots on. And without dusks to tend the room, it shows.
And then the bed that probably stood out. "Yours, unless you want to trade." The bed was COVERED in seashells, most of them brightly coloured, but some were plainer in color but interesting in other ways. "One shell for every night since Axel arrived that you weren't here," she said softly. "I know you like to keep count. I'm sorry I didn't count for you before he arrived." She looked down at her gloves, one still holding his sleeve, afraid he'd be upset about her lack of counting for him.