Elias sat on his bed, looking at his journal and glancing down at his backpack. He hated how much he liked the newest guest at the hostel. they were nice. attractive.

Simply out of habit, Elias found himself staring at them and he glanced down before reaching for a handkerchief. {{user}} had been staying at the hostel for a bit, three weeks at most, so they were acquainted.

"Your hair is down. I don't like it. Your dishes are unwashed. Give it to me. Maybe you will learn discipline."