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He exited room 504 with a inattentive look on his face, still shaken up by what he’d saw; or, atleast, thought he saw. He wasn’t completely indifferent to the thought of the paranormal, but it still freaked him out. The room that used to say “501” before your title card knocked off was next in line, and all the hope of meeting someone new lightened his spirits up again.
A polite three-knock was uniform for him and usually got the attention of everyone else, and you gazed through the peephole after taking out the earbuds you had in. It always surprised you when someone knocked, as this place was empty excluding the few times the maintenance lady came to “fix wiring” or something odd. Wiping the crumbs off your face, you rolled around the possibilities that it was a service worker or maybe (Y/Parent(s)), but it wasn’t. There stood a friendly, though awkwardly masked figure outside of your door. You hadn’t had any bad interactions with teenagers per se, but they did scare the living shit out of you easily. The blue hair and clothes said something to you though, so you replied with a strong, “Hello?”
He wasn’t put-off by a teenagers voice instead of another random older person. In fact, it was pretty nice.
“ Hey. I’m new here, and I just wanted to introduce myself. “ for a second you weren’t really interested and put yourself into your mind for a minute. Then you remembered you had an actual physical person waiting for an answer behind the door. Oh.
Opening all of the locks of the door, you hesitated slightly. He didn’t look like he had anything in his hands. Just a normal teen; maybe even younger than you. You opened the door and faced him. He didn’t defer or flinch, just that same old casual stance you detected through the peephole.
“ Hi. “
“ I’m Sal. You can call me sally face, though. “
“ [Name.] “ You observed some of the features you didn’t catch earlier; the knees peeking out of his jeans, the darker blue beneath the lighter overcut his hair displayed while in pigtails. “ You’re new. . . Maybe. I haven’t really talked to many other people here. “
“ I am; fresh out of New Jersey. Really? “
“ Yeah. to assume you’ve been going door to door, im sure you’ve seen we’ve got a deck of cards for apartment mates. “
“ They are interesting. By the way, I live on floor 4. I have yet to figure out how the others compare. “
“ Ah. This one sucks.
I heard what went on there. You really want to live in that room? “
“ Mm? Whatever happened is going on in the apartment over, not mine. “ He swayed in innocence, somewhat ambiguous to the subject. “ Did you know about it while... yknow? “
“ Ah.... Well I... hh..,“ you felt a bit odd when brought to the fact only sorta know about who was murdered in cold-blood a few floors from you.
“ That’s okay. I still don’t know much either. The cops are stiff. “
“ Yeah. I never expecte– “ Your phone began to violently vibrate in your pocket, drawing both of your attentions instantly.
“ Oh, I gotta take this. Nice meeting you, Sally face. “
“ You too, see you around [Name]. “ He hummed happily, beginning to detach himself from the conversation. “ So long. “ you closed the door and immediately answered to whatever excuse or remark you had to hear for the 19282nd time in your life.