Viola
A knock can be heard on the door of dorm 312. Outside the door is Taffy, wearing an oversized hoodie and a beanie. They have few belongings on them, and their hands are rested in the pockets of their skinny jeans. Their eyebags are dark and prominent, showing their sleep deprivation very clearly.
"It's Taf."
Diane
Oh. That was surprisingly quick. 

Uriel gets to their feet, dusting off their pants as they rush to open to door. They open the door with a smile, eyeing the new person up and down. 

*Eye bags and comfy clothes...* Taffy had good taste, it seems. 

Taffy, on the other hand, is greeted with the image of an androgynous figure, donned in a deep purple, woolen poncho. Their eyebags are equally as deep as Taffy's, and as Uriel ushers them in, their snow-white braid sways with movement. 

"Hello, there. I didn't expect to see you so soon— I would have cleaned up if that were the case. Please don't mind Margo, she's asleep; it's a rather deep sleep, so don't be worried about keeping quiet." A small, tired smile, and door opens fully.

Uri gestures Taffy towards the couch, and begins to pour the two a cup of tea.
Viola
With a grunt, Taffy nods and sits down on the couch, putting their legs up. He pulls a rubber band ball out of his pocket and starts to fidget with it. Xe only takes up a small amount of the couch, due to xyr small frame.

"Cute room. Smells like shit, though," They chuckle, glancing over at Uriel. "You got any alcohol in this joint?"
Jeannie
```Added Note: there is a couch roughly aligned with the shorter wall directly connected to the doorframe. Against this back is a dresser, sturdy and dark, and atop it is a reasonably large reptile enclosure. Inside it is sandy, with relatively scant foliage, and alongside the requisite appliances Cosmo can be seen sleeping on his stomach, only partially visible due to his tail being behind one of the decorations. 

Separating this couch from the wall is a bookshelf. Next to this bookshelf, in the corner, is a desk. Atop it is another reptile enclosure, and it is also relatively sparse in decor, though it has some varying rocks, faux cacti, and other desert plants and features. Sadie is nowhere to be seen, presumably behind a tall rock or dug into the sand beneath her.

As a last note... Margo is on her back in nothing but a comedically oversized shirt with a meme on it, and she's snoring *Loud.*```
Diane
"Alcohol? No, apologizes. If Margo were awake, she could most likely tell you where to get some. I do know Margarita or Silas might have some, though." 


Uriel wasn't one to drink, and perhaps it wasn't the best thing to tell others how to source illegal drugs— but, still, they didn't want to turn down a request for help. At the the comment about the scent of the room, Uriel lets out an airy, if not a bit sheepish, laugh. 

"It doesn't usually smell too bad. I suppose I could put the diffuser on and open the window, though." The clink of a teacup sounds as it's placed on the table, near Taffy's awaiting hands. Moments later, an assortment of teabags slide across the surface of the coffee table. 

*How embarrassing. I suppose I've grown accustomed to the smell...* 

Still, after the proper modifications to the room are made, Uriel takes a seat on the other end of the couch. There's space between them— perhaps a bit too much, almost seeming like an awkward parent-teacher meeting. 

"How have you been adjusting, Taffy? This place is a.. Bit much, I know." Uriel brushes a small strand of hair out of their face, and tries to put on the best reassuring smile they could.
Viola
"Like shit. As I've said on the group chat, I'm not even meant to be here," They sigh, biting on one of the rubber bands. From their current state, it was obvious they were already bored. "The food is honestly getting old quick. Seriously starting to debate actually making a fuss about it. Although, to be fair, I really don't have the energy."

With a sigh, Taffy leans over and picks up the teacup, pours milk into it, and downs the whole cup on one go. They place it back down and grunt, slowly slipping down further into their awkward sitting position.
Diane
Ah, yes. That excuse. 

Personally, Uriel didn't buy what Taffy was saying. Government officials didn't tend to jump the gun when accusing someone of being paranormal, and it would take a sufficiently large incident to be sent to the Cradle. 

They did, however, understand the desire to hide your abilities. 

Deft gloved hands refilled Taffy's tea— if only to be doing something, social situations always brought a special type of nervousness in their chest— and they offer a sympathetic look. 

"You know... Its alright to not want to talk about your abilities. I can understand that it's uncomfortable to think about, and can make people a bit nervous to hear. But, ah, lying about them is only going to draw more attention, not less." 

Were they doing this right? Hopefully. Their hands fiddled with the edges of their poncho, resting on their perfectly poised lap. 

"It's alright. People here understand— well, perhaps we're the only ones who can."
Viola
"I'm not a fucking parahuman. I have insomnia, depersonalise real bad, and am good at knowing when people are lying. They're not new or strange things, they're just mental illness and a weird fucking ability. It's not even a power, just good insight."

Taffy sounds noticeably irritable. The rubber band they're pulling on snaps under the stress of being stretched too far. When it slaps her hand, she lets out a small yelp of pain and places her mouth over the spot for a moment.