DJ_Qs
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“You’re in my room,” Wind Archer said flatly.
“Nope,” the red-haired Cookie replied lazily, popping the "p." “Our room. New dorm assignments. Didn’t you get the scroll?”
Wind Archer narrowed his eyes. “They wouldn’t put you in the same room as me.”
Fire Spirit Cookie rolled onto his side and smirked. “Guess they figured you'd be a good influence. Or maybe I’m here to melt the so-called personality I’ve heard of yours.”