Michael
It was getting late. Fennel had been waiting all day to move in. It was kind of refreshing to get a brief day of being 'on the road' again, even if most of the time was spent wandering around what basically amounted to a government-run boarding school. *That's going to be home from now on,* Fennel thought. They didn't quite know what to make of that. At least there was no shortage of things to do on campus. Maybe they'd learn to make pottery. That seemed fun.

They hadn't brought much. Most of what they had with them was clothes. Maybe one or two crates were personal effects, with most of that space being taken up by various spiritual implements.

They'd been told who they were moving in with, but not in much detail. Something about an 'Amelie'. Something about them being disabled and needing a roommate who could get help in an emergency. Of course Fennel happily volunteered - it was a chance to meet someone, and to help someone in need. How could they say no?

They sat down on a cardboard box and looked out across the room. One half was full of what they assumed to be Amelie's things, and the other was, well, theirs. If they could use it. Maybe there'd be enough space for their yoga mat? They'd have to see once they got the furniture set up.

They decided to start by assembling whatever furniture needed assembly. That seemed sensible.
Raymond
Amelie's wheelchair was folded neatly into the corner of her bed. For she wasn't using it today. She was planning on telling Ms. Pernilla that she was going to ask for Madame Margarita. She'd seem like a well enough person to rely on this... Frankly stupid thing. She was fine on her own, she truly was. At least she somewhat knew the person she'd hopefully be rooming with despite that she's aggressively annoying. 

Amelie was going to fix some things out of nessesity but otherwise she was ready, somewhat. She liked to think her side was comforting, to herself really. June had told her it was slightly intimidating because she looked like she was some sort of high epsilon woman of a castle. She took that as a compliment, June looked at her weird. 
Well the only thing that looked out of place was the teddy bear June had given her. Other than that it looked true to Amelie. Rich.

Amelie stopped outside of her dorm door. She felt tired. She leaned on one crutch to raise the other so she can dig through the inside pocket of her leather jacket. She pulled out her card and slid it through the reader. The door unlocks and Amelie takes the handle with her frail boney hand, twisting it before opening. 

*There was somebody in her dorm.*

 Scratch being tired when a foul shot of adrenaline hit her like a train. Her face morphed into an ugly scowl. Who was this? Do they not wait for Amelie to decide for herself? Do they think she is incapable of not making decisions for herself? 

Something ugly forced itself to the forefront of her mind along with a smattering of small bones poking through the bandages on her face.
**She hated this place.**
Michael
*Click.* The door unlocked. The sound was unmistakable. Fennel had yet to even meet Amelie, so this would be the first time. They set their tools and furniture aside and stood up as the door opened, getting their first looks at who they were going to be living with for the duration of their stay.

Amelie certainly looked worse for wear. Fennel had been told something about that. Something about Amelie looking injured, how it was normal. Because Amelie did look injured. Fennel decided not to ask unless it seemed necessary.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I hope I'm not too noisy, am I? I've been told I can move in..." They cast a worried gaze down at their things. Maybe it would have to wait until tomorrow. "Amelie, right? I'm Fennel." Their Irish accent seemed to get a little thicker as they spoke, as though they spoke less rigidly the more comfortable they became. Or maybe they just didn't want to bother trying to sound less Irish.

Oh. Amelie was scowling. "Everything alright? You look upset."
Raymond
Amelie said nothing, to fennel as she made her way past them to her side of the room. She sets herself down on her bed, taking off her crutches and setting them down beside her. She pat down her dress before settling her hands down letting them wrap within eachother. 

Amelie's scowl never changed once. 
"I vasn't told you'd be settling here immediately. You're Fennel." 

Amelie sighs.
"You're not too noisy, I vasn't planning on taking a nap."
Her accent is much more thicker than fennel's so there was no need to hide much. 

"You're my roommate then?"
Michael
"Oh, I see." Fennel had never really "Gotten" Privacy. Most of their life, they hadn't had much to speak of, what with being under the watchful eye of the foster system or living in the back of a van together with the rest of their community. Privacy was something they only really became accustomed to once they settled down, but that did help them realize that being left alone occasionally could be important as well.

Maybe Amelie was expecting to be alone.

"Yes, I suppose I'll be your roommate for the next... I don't really know how long I'll be here, actually, so I s'pose we'll see." They shrugged a little and went back to their work.

"They didn't really tell me much about the... Disability whatever. Just that I need to be here. What's up with that?"
Raymond
Amelie and fennel were on a strange opposite spectrum. Both experienced not having much privacy at all. Amelie has only really had privacy after she left the hospital... Though it was awful she still felt like somebody was watching her. Amelie wanted to have the room to herself for just a day longer.

It seems everything is wishful thinking now. 

"Mhm." 
Amelie watched fennel work. 

"I cannot walk and I don't have a left eye. There's certainly more than that but it is what I am willing to speak of."
Amelie shrugged. 

"Do you have anything you're willing to talk about? Also if you need help I'm willing to lend a hand."
Michael
Fennel shook their head. "Nothing much like yours." They continued their assembly, eventually culminating in a low, nightstand-esque drawer, not even going halfway to Fennel's knees. Fennel thought it was lovely when they bought it second-hand. Their opinion on it had not changed yet. 

They looked back at Amelie. "Oh, it's nothing. Just takes time. Don't want to impose," They dismissed. "Oh, but speaking of time, it's late. Might have to tuck in soon." They fetched their carry-on bag from the corner and rummaged through it for their toiletries.

"If you need help with something, you can let me know. I won't bite unless you do."
Raymond
Amelie looked over to her dresser, finding papers, charts, musical charts Amelie has made herself. She leans over taking them. While listening to fennel she looks them over before folding them and placing them into an inside pocket. 

"I won't be going to bed. I have things to do. Also, it dosent matter if it takes time as long as I can help."
Amelie re-adjusts her jacket. After which she puts her arms back to her crutches. She stands back up. 

"The same goes for me as well. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask..." 
Amelie squints. 
"Fennel." 

Amelie walks back to the door. She leans against the doorframe her hand on the knob. She pauses, she dosent look at Fennel.

"Are you sure you don't need anything?"
Michael
"*Aχ*, well, if you insist, there's a bookshelf that still needs assemblin'." Fennel felt a little rude even offering the option to help. It really should just be their problem. "But again, it's not hard, just... Oh, what's the word, time-consuming. I'm sure I'll manage, hm? You don't have to worry about it."

They looked around the room. Amelie seemed to have made herself at home in the tight-ish space, with plenty to spare for her roommate. Fennel really didn't feel a need to use that space, but they appreciated it anyway. It made the room feel less close. They'd tried much the same once they moved into a permanent home, and it had helped, somewhat - so it was nice to have the space here, too.

"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you later, Amelie. Don't stay up too late."
Raymond
Amelie hums. Her drums her fingers against the knob before opening it. 
"When I'm finished I'll come back and if you arnt here I'll finish it for you. If that's alright." 

Fennel was making themselves at home in a way Amelie did as well. Compact. That's at least one thing they had in common or maybe not. She had her way and they had theirs. 

"No promises, Fennel. I'll see you at a later time." 

Amelie exits the room, swiftly shutting the door behind her. 
*They weren't too bad.*