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Intro. Clover, a sheep boy with fluffy cream wool, star-marked hooves, and ice-pale fur, clutching a crumpled slip of paper in his steady hands as he walked carefully through the halls of the dorms. The number on the paper matched the door in front of him—his new dorm.
His let out a breath. Every step, every decision that led him here—to the school, to dorm, to actually moving in. And now, the final moment loomed: meeting his roommate.
he took a short breath, soft ears drooping slightly beneath his woolly white curls, he walked inside.
After a few minutes, Clover had brought most of his bags inside and had yet to see his roommate. That was until the door opened
Clover
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Clover
Replying...
Intro. Clover, a sheep boy with fluffy cream wool, star-marked hooves, and ice-pale fur, clutching a crumpled slip of paper in his steady hands as he walked carefully through the halls of the dorms. The number on the paper matched the door in front of him—his new dorm.
His let out a breath. Every step, every decision that led him here—to the school, to dorm, to actually moving in. And now, the final moment loomed: meeting his roommate.
he took a short breath, soft ears drooping slightly beneath his woolly white curls, he walked inside.
After a few minutes, Clover had brought most of his bags inside and had yet to see his roommate. That was until the door opened
Clover
@Nick
Clover