Knowing full well how rude it was to snoop, Porrim couldn't help but look around in the hallway she now stood in. The walls were a crisp white, and a window sat at the very end, red curtains covering the view outside. Deep brown boarders, cracked in random places, ran parallel with each other above the light wood floor. It was obvious there had one been carpet there from the black linear stains that sank their way through the ground.
It was a narrow hallway with five different doors, one of which was hanging wide open. She walked towards it knowing exactly who's room it was.
"Kankri, what are you doing?" Her voice was dry. She stepped inside a room that seemed to be leaking the Atlantic winds.
"I am utilizing my spare time into fixing something. Will you get out of my room now?"
His back was turned to her. Goosebumps were formed on his skin like the craters on the moon. She stepped forward to see him shoving a needle through a red sweater.
"No, no stop." She reached out in an attempt to grab it. He nearly jumped off of his bed to hold it away from her. Porrim crossed her arms.
"That rip is pretty bad. I could make you a new sweater if you want." She looked at him, his eyes sharp with annoyance.
"I do not need you to mother me Porrim, I'll just get a new sweater when I can. Also, I am not certain if you are aware of this, but barging into someone's room without their knowledge is highly disrespectful."
Porrim sighed.
"How's your dad's debt going?" She had been meaning to ask him. His expression remained the same.
"You should consider the fact your abrupt form of questioning can be potentially triggering to a lot of people Porrim." Kankri said.
"I'll just take Aranea's word for it then."
"Aranea? What does she know about this? You know what, nevermind, I am not going to fall prey to your attempt in getting me to participate in your Gossip-Fun-Time." He sat back down on his bed. Porrim looked at the poor sweater, now partially destroyed by the hands of Kankri Vantas. He must have thought the look would trigger her or something. Shivering at the light breeze coming from a shattered window, Porrim began to think about what shade of red she'd use for his Christmas present.