Content that all was right with the girl, Michelle excused herself silently, for fear of waking the girl, turning the switch of the light off with a flick of the wrist, her other hand wrapped around the handle as she drew the door closed. The room was in order, with very few possession in it to begin with, leaving what few objects that did populate the room to speak volumes about her personality. The bed itself was probably the finest of all luxuries in the room, the wooden frame having been pushed up and against the western wall of the room. Immediately across from Brielle was a simple desk, made of black metal pieces welded together, and glass panes that formed the surface upon which rested a laptop. The laptop hummed methodically, the closed screen folded in upon itself, but the machine still sounding as the fan whirred out from under it, lights blinking periodically. To it's side, a picture of what appeared to be Michelle's parents, and a cup full of pends and pencils. On either isde of the desk were shelves, that were wider than they were tall, sitting on squat metal frames. Upon their shelves were various textbooks, novels, and a collection of academic achievements; being medals, ribbons, or plaques. To her left was a wooden dresser, upon which a singular vase rested, in it's grasp fake silken flowers that mimicked the white blossoms of an apple tree, the plastic branched flicking upward and away from the neck of the vase. Opposite to this, was the window itself, where the sun continued to rise, the light blue dawn giving way to the fiery glow of an orange sunrise, not a single cloud in the sky in stark contrast to the night before.
Ducking out from under the room, she was in the secondary hallway once more. Directly across from her was a closed door, the sounds of a snoring person sounding out from under the crack in the doorway. To her right were two more doors, ending the hallway in a weird half angle, one door leading to what looked like an unlit laundry room, and the other, a full bathroom where an open window brought the full glory of the rising sun in through it's east-facing window. The light shone off the reflected tiles of the bathroom, only by the partially covered floors that were draped in small floor mats were her eyes given time to adjust. The bathroom was simple, a simple bathtub/shower combination unit set against the eastern wall, a tiny sliver of a frosted window the only source of natural light. Otherwise, it was simple, a single porcelain sink, a single porcelain toilet, and a metal rack that held all the various needs of a male and female university students.
Content at having dealt with her natural needs, she once more forced the floors to crack under her feet as she made her way down the main hallway in the direction of where the kitchen was, passing the half-bathroom that fed off the hallway. The hallway ended in the main entrance way, that in itself opened upon a combined family room and eating area, the open air concept leaving much space to be utilized by the two students. Sprawled across the couch that had dominated the living area of the space was the man who had saved her before, his form hanging haphazardly from the couch, his discarded shirt and pants on the table across from the couch. Instead, she made her way past the dining table, heading under the open archway into the kitchen.
The smell of food had stirred him awake, his sleep having not come easy, and interrupted many times through the night as he shifted awkwardly against the cushioning of the couch. He stretched his arms up and above his head, shoulders and elbows cracking as he did so, before he finally got out of the bed. Rubbing the sleep form his eye, Pierre moved into the kitchen, the form of the girl blurry against the window that lit the room.
"Morning Michelle. What are you cooking?" he asked, before yawning and stretching once more, the action punctuated by the sounds of born joints cracking.
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