[ While March is happily hopping onto her bed, Marcille is standing right by the doorway with her things, staring at this room in abject horror. Why is it so blue. Why are there cookies everywhere. Why are their beds shaped like that? Do they really have to stay in here?
Finally, she manages to step further inside, taking in every corner before she sets her bags down near her bed. ]
People ask to stay in rooms like this?
[ SHE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND...
More importantly, both of their oculars receive a little message at the same time, for you-know-what. Marcille blinks over at March before opening it up. ]
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Finally, she manages to step further inside, taking in every corner before she sets her bags down near her bed. ]
People ask to stay in rooms like this?
[ SHE WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND...
More importantly, both of their oculars receive a little message at the same time, for you-know-what. Marcille blinks over at March before opening it up. ]