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This was the room she'd been designated to, wasn't it? The room itself was elegant. Designs traced the walls in a sort of Victorian lace and the windows were tall, allowing the sun to flood into the room. Framing them were thick burgundy curtains held aside by golden knots. It was alluring at most and the Inkling, with absolutely no belongings, ambled further into the expansive room. Nothing drew her in more than the light that pooled around her feet as she approached the windows.

In a matter of seconds the Inkling had laid herself on the carpet, basking in the sun's warmth. Her ebony skin soaked it in as she, her flexibility unyielding, drew her legs over her head and flattened her feet on the ground against her elbows. It was odd to see ones body bent this way, but Ink was never found any of the peculiar positions uncomfortable.

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From inside one of the rooms large closets there was a slight thumping sound followed by soft ruffling noises. Slowly the noises grew louder until the door is pushed open, allowing a torrent of various pieces of clothing, stuffed animals and various other items to spill onto the floor.

Sitting up from the pile of junk, a heart covered sleep mask hanging from one ear, Viola yawns loudly. Sitting there it takes several moments for her to realize someone else was in her room. Waving sleepily her greeting is rather slow "Hello there...new roomy...right? I'm Viola, nice to meet you...what is your name anyways?"