Barbara
And so it begins. He had wondered when he'd be getting a roommate. He'd known this was a double room, but the other half had always been empty. It'll be odd sharing a room. It's not something he's had to do before. 

He's putting an effort in to keep his side of the room as compact as possible, just to be polite. 

He can't deny that he's *Nervous* About this. He's not sure about it. They'll have to use a translator to communicate, assuming she doesn't just use very basic phrases.

He wishes his mom had made time to teach him more, didn't just give up when he couldn't grasp the different alphabets. Basically, she branded him a failure and that was that. 

As he's cleaning up, something catches his eye. His violin. He doesn't like looking at it, so it got buried under laundry. But now the case is sitting there, in plain sight. A pit forms in his stomach. *Why did I bring that.*

In a hurry, he plops the book he checked out recently onto the desk with a thunk and picks the case up with little care. He tosses it haphazardly onto the bed, opening the closet.

It sure would be funny if a certain someone entered the room right now-
William
You just write as much as you want.

There's no min or max, it's just "What feels right"
Gloria
Would it be alright if I just kept my response as one big wall of text? That's what I usually do instead of breaking it into paragraphs.
Pamela
A 14 year old girl wandered the halls of the dorm rooms, watching the numbers indicating each room slowly increase. 103... 104... 105... Nakanishi was slightly hunched over, and her hands were close to her chest, balled up in fists.

The girl had a nervous expression on her face. She was anxious about meeting her new roommate, wondering what they would think about her, what she would say to them when they would first lock eyes with eachother. She had almost no knowledge of who they were, just a name to go off of.

She walked up to the wall at the very end of the hall, finding room 130; the room she was supposed to use as housing for her stay for the next 4, 5, maybe even 6 or more years. She walked up to the door and stood there silently, trying to muster the courage to knock.

Nakanishi couldn't help but fear what her new roommate would think of her. The anxious expression on her face, the leather gloves she was teased about during 8th grade, her unusual build. Nakanishi thought she was weird in many different ways, and she feared her roommate would think of her the same as all of her classmates; a weird girl who always wore leather gloves.
Barbara
"S[]t- *S[]t-*" He's quickly making room for the violin in the top of his closet, cussing under his breath as is his bad habit.

He's getting worked up from this *Stupid* Instrument, and it's not even open. He pulls at his hair for a second, before hearing a timid knock. 

He haphazardly throws a blanket over it so that no one will see it- so that *He* Doesn't have to see it- runs a hand through his hair, and goes to open the door. He knows who he's expecting before he opens it sort of. 

He uses the voice feature of google translate to relay a message.
Gloria
Can't reply atm though because of school :(
Pamela
Nakanishi stepped back quickly once the door suddenly opened in front of her, which startled her slightly. She heard the translated message and looked down at the phone he was using.

Realizing that they were using a translator app to communicate with her, she wanted to pull her phone out so she could communicate back, but she thought it would be weird to communicate using a translator application and decided against it. She really wanted to feel like she fit in, to not be ostracized because of something that was part of her everyday life.

The gloves she wore on her hands were made of a thick brown leather, loosely bound to her wrists with Velcro straps. They would allow her to touch things without freezing them, at the cost of never being able to truly feel objects. She opened her hands for a moment as faint, muffled cracks could be heard and small bits of ice fell and melted on the ground. If she kept her hands in one position for too long, she'd have to move them in order to break the ice and allow her to move her hands again.

Her eyes grew wider and a soft gasp escaped her lips as, despite the fact she is now in Sweden and no longer has to follow Japanese customs, she realizes that she had forgotten to bow to him (she's too used to Japanese customs). She clasped her hands at thigh level and bent her torso at a 30 degree angle, then held the bow for 2 seconds before standing up straight again, locking eyes once more with Mamoru, the anxiety she is feeling clearly showing in her face.
Gloria
PINGAPINGAPINGAPING
Barbara
So now they're standing there, staring at each other. It's a little awkward, especially knowing that they won't be able to communicate without something else helping them.

He glances down at the gloves, but decides not to think too much about it. Then she *Moves* Her hands, and there's a weird cracking noise. He looks back down at the gloves. He can't help it. *Ice just fell out of her gloves.*

The bowing... He's heard of it, but was never raised to do it. The eye contact starts making the nervousness leak onto his face as well.

He pushes a strand of hair behind his ear, moving out of the way and typing on his phone into the translator.

"[Sorry, you can come in. I cleaned up a bit.]"
Pamela
*Nakanishi watched Mamoru move out of the way to allow her inside the double dorm. She looked into the room and thought it looked pretty nice. She locked eyes with him again and spoke. Note that I'll be using romaji for what she is vocalizing since I'm not sure how to mark stutters in Japanese.*

"A... A-Ariga... Tou..."


*A soft, timid voice came from the girl as she slowly stepped into the room, examining her surroundings as she held a bag with her belongings inside, including Sazaki-chan, her blanket. When she set the bag down, she would have to open her hands to let go of the handle, causing the same thing with the ice breaking to happen again. Nakanishi held her arms up to let some chunks of ice fall down and make the glove more comfortable, kinda trying to do it discreetly so that Mamoru wouldn't see.*
Barbara
Wow! A word he understands! No translator needed for the first time ever. It's a good sign, he hopes.

She's shy, that much is clear. Hopefully that means she's nice as well. They will probably be able to coexist. 

Despite her efforts, he does see the ice. If not as it falls, definitely when the ice is on the ground. He does the polite thing and doesn't mention it, though. 

"[Do you need help?]" May as well offer. Thanks translator.
Pamela
*Nakanishi opens her bag as she hears the translator again and turns to Mamoru, who is again holding the phone. When he asks if she needs help, she declines, doing her best to vocalize it. Still using romaji.*

"K-Kekko... Desu... Wa-watashi wa... Dai-daijoubu... D-desu..."


*Her voice remained soft, Mamoru could hear the timidity in her voice. She was nervous about being roommates with him, she feared he'd think she's just as weird as everyone else thought in school. Her stutters, how her voice sounded, the gloves, her unusual height. She wasn't normal, she thought, and she feared they wouldn't be able to bond because of it. She is a kind and caring soul though, Mamoru will have to gain her trust.*
Barbara
The translator picks up enough of that for him to get the gist. He nods. 

...She's definitely shy. She stammers worst than he does around Craig.



"[Alright.]" 
In that case... He looks over at his bed with dread, sighing and removing the cover from over the violin case, trying to shove it into his closet as fast as possible. It'll be very easy to avoid talking about it with Nakanishi, he figures.
Pamela
*The girl checks for her items in the wheeled bag, small chunks of ice still falling out of the gloves. She redid the Velcro straps to ensure her gloves would be more secure (and keep ice chunks in so Mamoru wouldn't see them fall) and zipped her bag back up before bringing the bag over to her bed/side of the room/whatever and setting it down upright.*

*Nakanishi then begins to stare out the window, watching the blue sky. It reminded her of the Swedish flag that she saw everywhere. The sky looked so familiar, yet felt alien at the same time, like there was something different about it. Might be because she's in Sweden.*

*After a few minutes, the girl realizes that ice had formed in the insides of her gloves again and had to ball her hands into fists to break them, creating soft cracking sounds as the ice broke. She tried to hide what she was doing, but the cracking sounds easily gave it away.*
Barbara
The ice catches his attention again. He looks over. He didn't want to ask before but.. He can feel things starting to get awkward. 

"[Is the ice related to your power?]" 

He almost feels rude for asking. But what's Moru supposed to do? Sit there and pretend that there's not a whole other person in his room? Well- not just his anymore.
Pamela
Nakanishi's eyes widen a little as she is asked about the ice from her gloves being related to her power. She had been afraid of him finding out about it sooner or later, and it turned out to be sooner. 

Nakanishi looked down at her gloved hands, then back up at Mamoru, pondering whether she should tell him or not.

She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, fearing that he wouldn't want to speak to her, just like all of her classmates did when they heard of "Glove Girl".

She got flashbacks to the time when she tried to hang out with some of the least popular kids in school, and they did talk to her for a little bit then just kinda got up and walked away. Another flashback was to when a group of kids was avoiding her after she approached to talk. 

The flashbacks immediately made tears well up in Nakanishi's eyes, and she fixed her gaze upon the ground, sniffling quietly as she reflected upon what could have been if she wasn't cursed with this *Stupid* Power. She hated it more than anything she had ever hated, and yet it was part of her daily life.
Barbara
Oh no. Oh no she's sad. That much is clear. *S[]t.*

"Oh- uhm-" He stammers a bit, feeling bad. Little does he know, they both relate to feeling like their power is a curse at times. 

He's hurt people- normally small things like papercuts. Sometimes he desperately used his power to *Fix* Things. But it never worked that way, because transferring injuries *Doesn't* Heal them. It just *Moves* Them. 

*Quick type quick type-*

"[Sorry. Are you alright? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.]"

He feels stupid now, even though there's no way he could have known.
Pamela
The girl sniffles some more and she closes her eyes as a salty tear falls to the ground, splattering and becoming invisible to the human eye.

She opened her eyes back up and looked at the gloves covering her hands. She felt that her sobs had already told Mamoru what they possibly needed to know. She felt like she had to tell him since she could not hide it anymore.



[I-I've... Hid my c-curse my... M-my whole life... T-the gloves I wear.. K-kept me from making f-friends...]

The girl then goes over to a wall and touches it, freezing a small area of the wall around her fingertips. She then takes her hands off of the wall and lets the ice sublimate into air. She thought that Mamoru was going to treat her the same way that her classmates always did now that he knew her secret. The girl turned to face Mamoru as more tears slid down her cheeks.
Barbara
How does he help? He doesn't know. He wanted to get off on the right foot with his roommate- try and be more optimistic around them. 

He doesn't understand just yet- about the gloves. Her hands seem like... You know.. Hands. 

He catches less of her next phrase than he'd like. But he does hear one word. *Curse.*

Curse.
Her ability- she thinks it's a curse. Just like he feels sometimes.

The wall freezes over where she touches it. ...Okay he can kind of understand why she'd consider it a curse. But he's not *Afraid.* She wears gloves anyways, she won't hurt him.

"Er- one second." Typing, backspacing, thinking, typing...

"[It's okay. I feel similarly about my power.]" 

He doesn't know if he wants to explain further... He'll just say something quick as an explanation.

"[It's easy to misunderstand. I move injuries from one person to another, but I can't fix injury. I don't heal.]"
Pamela
The girl listens to/reads the message on Mamoru's translator app and is surprised to find that he'd consider his power a curse as well.

[Y-You do..?]

She looks up at Mamoru for a moment before looking down to her bare hands. She hadn't seen them in months and allowed them to breathe. It felt nice having her gloves off finally, but she wondered if it was going to deter Mamoru from speaking to her. As she clasped her hands together, she looked up and decided to ask.

[D-Do you... S-still want.. To s-speak to me..?]

Her voice became a little louder so that Mamoru could hear her question. She was anxious to hear his answer, hoping that he would still want to talk to her after he knew her secret.