"Yeah, it's-- getting pretty late, at least for us."
Misaka smiled as she moved to disconnect and turn off her own console. She rubbed her neck, stretching a little.
"I know it's weird for me to be saying it, but I gotta go check on my room. You know how much I care about my PC equipment~"
With a quick bow to Hotaru, she grinned.
"So I'd better be going now, Hotaru-chan. Hope we can play like this again~"
Room 302 - 10:04 PM
Despite all her attempts to be stealthy- like opening and closing the door as quietly as she could, which also involved having to slide in through the small space-, Misaka felt like she had misjudged her roommate's ears.
To be fair, she got no true form of acknowledgement aside from a slight tilt of the head from whatever the blonde had been working on.
"D-Did I interrupt something?"
"There'd be literally nothing for you to interrupt, scrub- you technically own the room too."
Misaka paused; that was an odd response. She moved to sit down at her own bed, a bit awkward.
"Uh, T-Takamine-san right--?"
"Kanade or Kanade-sama's fine. Getting called by my last name makes me feel old. And I ain't!"
"Considered old enough to be drinking, apparently," The introvert mumbled under her breath, hoping that again, Kanade wouldn't pick up on it. Unfortunately, she did.
"Hah! Genius inventor Kanade-sama can do whatever the fuck she wants!"
Misaka flinched back a little at the sudden rise in voice and-- how the hell did Kanade go from seemingly exhaustedly working on something on her desk to standing at her full height- her full, intimidating height to Misaka- with a finger pointed at her?
"I-I could tell..." She stuttered out. Kanade raised an eyebrow at her.
"You sure do stutter a fuckton, huh? More than a girl on the verge of c--"
"W-Wah--! It's a problem I've had when I was little!"
She quickly cut her roommate off before she could continue on. Kanade collapsed back onto her own bed, waving a hand dismissively.
"Meh-- all I'm tryin' to say here is, you don't need to be scared or some other shit. Granted everyone's awed at me, but you're a part of the room too. As long as you don't fuck around with the room too much- you can do whatever you want on your side- we're all cool."
"Y-Yeah, but-- I've always been pretty closeted...so I never shared a room with someone I don't know before."
A mischievous grin appeared on the blonde's face. Misaka prepared herself for another comment.
"Kyahahaha! If that's all you're worried about, I'm sure we can spend the entire night gettin' to know each other, if you know what I mean~"
"I have a vague idea but I'm sticking to the safer side...and besides, um, Kanade-san-- it's a bit late."
"I sleep whenever I want to, and I bet you do too! We'll pass out once we're done! Now get those questions runnin'!"
Misaka vaguely wished Nagisa, the seemingly nicer and more controlled of the two were here but obliged anyway. The rest of the night was spent trying to keep up with fast-paced questions and answering just as fast.
Red Alley, in between King's and Queen's. Seems fair enough. Hayato gave a quick nod.
"That works for me. Safer this way too."
As he reached up and fixed his coat a little, he spoke again.
"And it'd be good to have someone that's not part of Westside to talk to."
"Makinami was fine. Last I saw her, she was helping Ichinose home with Takamine. Didn't seem to suffer any attacks, so I think she's in the clear..."
Kujo trailed off. Girls from their school were being attacked, and it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe-- one of his own friends would be the next target. Wakaba was attacked, and she was Aziz's friend. Emirsdottir or Makinami; they could both be--
He cut himself off at that. He couldn't be thinking of that right now. And Aziz was talking.
"Huh? Alright, man. But what plans were you gonna go through?"