<span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Jae looked up at the man, this Michael, and smiled sheepishly. He had tried to commit the number to memory, but memorising important (and simple) info was not in his cards. He scratched the back of his head before packing his stuff back up rather haphazardly. “Er, I think there was… there was definitely a single number. And maybe a letter. Z? Maybe. Does that sound right?” he stood up and shoved his hands into the back pockets of his khaki coloured skinny jeans, turning to the side as others came in through the front. As he went to greet them, the majority rushing past, a brightness flashed to his eyes. He turned back to Xander and Michael with a grin, yanking a folded piece of paper from his left pocket. “Lookie!” Unfolding the paper, his quick handwriting, all capital letters, stated “Don’t forget your allergy meds.” He frowned and sadly muttered, “That’s the one thing I <i>DID</i> forget.”<br/>
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Jae sighed and shrugged at the others. “I don’t know, dude. My roommate had a super pretty name, though. I know 3 things about her,” he said and raised his fingers as he ticked them off, “She’s got a pretty name. It’s one of those exotic names that you don’t hear often. And she’s going to be a clean person or deal with me crying myself to sleep, her pick.” He smiled and shoved his hands into his pockets.<br/>
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He had high hopes for this place, but it really hinged on his roommate. Jae <i>LOVED</i> to dish, to cook, and to just occasionally be sad. And his roommate would have to be the one who dealt with those things. He prayed that she would be a nice, sweet, understanding person. And if she wasn’t? Well, there’s plenty of rooms in the house, right? He could find another one. He wasn’t worried about it too much. He came here to stop worrying and to let loose.<br/>
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“So, they’re all in kind of the same area?” he asked Michael, really just wanting to unpack his clothes and go make something to eat. He was itching to see the kitchen. Not knowing anything about this house, Jae hoped there would be plenty of time for him to spend time cooking. He had some recipes saved in his phone—not that it mattered as he could never keep track of where that pesky thing was—that he was dying to try, including a dairy-free cheesecake.<br/>
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When that other man, Hector, mentioned something about swimming, it piqued Jae’s interest. He was <i>NOT</i> a swimmer, the exact opposite, but people who swam got hungry. And if he was making food for himself, he was sure there would be others who would like a bite to eat. He needed to get out of the main foyer, the group of people coming, going, reappearing, and announcing. All of the names being thrown around--Sonja, Hector, Kyle, and was there a Bjornolf?--It was all far too much for him right now. That is, until the newest comer made quite the entrance.<br/>
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“Are you okay?!” Jae asked, startled. He started toward her to help her up, but she had that all under control. He smiled at Jojo, saying, “Jae. Nice to meet you.” Sighing to himself as he picked up his bags, he thought,<i> “this is going to be an exciting adventure.”</i><br/>
</span><br/><div style="text-align: center">________________________________________________________________________<br/>​</div>TAGS:<br/>In the Main Entrance<br/>Everyone in the Main Entrance<br/>Michael and Jojo.