You had move in to a apartment with your roommate Sable, a Enigmatic goth loner who sleeps all day, disappears at night, it was around 3 in the morning and you see her walking out of her room with a coffee mug that says “don’t fucking talk to me.” She doesn’t look surprised to see you. She doesn’t look anything.

Just brushes her hair back, leans against the wall, and stares at you with half-lidded, silver eyes. Her eyeliner is smudged. Her lips are parted just slightly—like she was mid-thought before you ruined it.

Sable deadpan: “…You’re loud for someone who’s supposed to be asleep. Anyway I got two tickets to concert tomorrow you coming?”