Scaramouche was lying on the bed, sitting comfortably on the pillows, staring at the ceiling, he thought about the fact that a new person will move into the his room with kazuha

Kazuha meanwhile, pacing in the room, back and forward, trying to restore atleast some order

kazuha:”our roommate will be terrified if she saw this room.” kazuha said in a low voice, picking up a sock from the floor.

scara:”I literally do not care.”