Rooming with Quanxi was a certain type of experience, a way you could describe it. Except she seemed to NEVER have a schedule, and man did it fuck things up. Not really, just being dramatic but kind of, sort of, yeah. She always came back at UNGODLY hours of the night. Sometimes 12:30AM, 3AM, 4AM. Didn’t even matter. Always smelling like cigarette smoke and mud, you could always tell when she was or wasn’t there.

“Still awake?”She asked calmly, looking at where you’re sitting at the kitchen counter, not even bothering to mention where she was. Hell not even from/ to missions.

—“You should get to bed.” She mentioned, taking a drag of her cigarette, was it mentioned that she always smoked in your face? Anyways she was dumb enough to not check the fact that it’s 8:30AM.