THE FLATMATES

{A General Character Summary ~ STORY TBD}

Cold. Cold, much like their attitude, was how it always had to be in Luce’s room. Refrigerating themselves had added to their zombie like appearance, crawling through the door of their room every so often. Only replying in nods and one word interjections, it was hard to get along with them. They definitely weren’t a good roommate, but the others weren’t exactly better themselves. If not for the fact that they could cook, they would have long been kicked out. In the living room stand the other roommates. Charles also spoke less than others, but mainly because he was incapable of forming coherent sentences. He was very energetic and hung around the others a lot in a clingy fashion. If not out of pity, the others had most definitely kept him around because he made the most income of the group.  The last of the roommates was less of a mate and more of a leech. That of which won't be named. She had taken much in remittance and swore to repay but could never seem to do so. Lounging in the luxury of thievery had accustomed her to a lifestyle that wasn’t hers. As quickly as it seemed that she arrived was how quickly she had begun to take. Today was the day that she had left.​​​​​​​