JUST LIKE BALLOONS;; open - moving in

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]If he was to be one hundred percent honest, Roman liked his privacy. Always has, always will, so when he had decided on his room and had come into it only to suddenly be interrupted by this animal that just suddenly appeared there, he couldn't help the slight annoyance that crossed his face as he looked over to the Wyvern, ears quickly pinning to his head as she spoke. No, he didn't need help, and yes, he was taking this room. "Yes, I believe this is my room now, unless you already claimed it and I didn't know?" Roman spoke, head tilting to the side slightly as he let the question leave his lips, before shaking his head, "And no help needed, just comfortable and tired."

Eyes would shift over to Vox as he appeared through the doorway next, though this time he had simply walked through, not teleported in - something Roman could handle better, and would prefer others did when it came to his room. "Thank you, Vox." Ro would speak after the leader had finished his talking. Although the room hadn't very many plants compared to some of the others, due to the carpetting and bedding already there, it was rather musty, and it was very, very dusty. Some things he could fix, though others he'd be afraid to, scared of the water it would need and the potential mess it could cause and make worse.