| Why are you in his room? |

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Guys I could NOT have made this more open. You can literally be anyone and or anything here.

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Dust got up from the dining table, carrying his clean plate up, putting it in the sink. Horror had made cinnamon rolls, a house favorite by now.

He mumbled a faint, 'Thanks H', to Horror as he passed by, dragging his feet back to his room- already intending to spend his day off rotting in bed and playing whatever anime games he picked up on their last supply run.

Dust elbowed his door open, already envisioning his sloppily made bed, messy room, and bong by his bed- only to pause just short of his doorway.

Sitting right there in his room, caught almost blatantly red-handed, was {user}.

In..his room. Alone.

Dust would have gotten angry, just blue souled them and tossed them out, his well fed, sleepy mind only managing to get two dumbfounded words out.

"The ?"