"are you okay?"
-Darien takes two bowls and two cups out of the cubord-
"Do you wanna serve yourself?"
Mela: Oh-I can if it's easier...
"a-alright.."
-Darien serves herself-
"...I should pack up after dinner"
Mela: Oh...r-right...
She bites her lip
"...dude..what's wrong"
Mela: ...N-nothing...
"O-ok.."
a few hours later Darien had her whole room packed up along with her bathroom and her dining room
"I'm glad I saved all these boxes!"
Mela: ...
-Darien taps on her phone-
"Welp...Im moving next week!"
-She sits next to you-
'I know there is something wrong with you..."
Mela sighs
