The other half the of the room was well enough occupied, with the bed, a dresser, a desk with a laptop, and a rather stuffed bookcase. Most of the titles appeared to be in Japanese, though a few were in English. Several would appear to be books on philosophy. A Japanese wall scroll occupied another portion of that side. If one were to look in the closet, one would find a generous amount of denim and flannel.
At the door, there soon appeared a short girl, barely five feet tall. Her dark hair was cut in a pixie-ish bob, her eyes slightly golden. She wore jeans with holes in them, cowboy boots, and a plaid flannel shirt with a white t-shirt under it. She moved with an economy of motion, every step balanced and perfect.
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At the door, there soon appeared a short girl, barely five feet tall. Her dark hair was cut in a pixie-ish bob, her eyes slightly golden. She wore jeans with holes in them, cowboy boots, and a plaid flannel shirt with a white t-shirt under it. She moved with an economy of motion, every step balanced and perfect.
"This th' new kid?" she asked of Rae.