Kahlil's had this room to himself for about a month now. With no one else appearing with a Summoning and no one else needing to suddenly vacate their old room (like him), he's been able to have his own space, even if it was always meant to be temporary. Even so, he's kept to his own side of the room rather than spreading out. His few personal effects are neatly stored beneath his bed. And Kahlil himself is sitting on the bed when the new arrival enters, untying his boots to place them at the foot of the bed. He's tall, though it's hard to tell when he's seated, his shoulder-length hair tied back. His knuckles and hands are scarred with thin, razor straight lines.
He lifts his head, watching with faint curiosity as the stranger plucks at the curtains - and then attempts something. A small gesture, an even smaller movement of the fabric. Kahlil frowns slightly. ]
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Kahlil's had this room to himself for about a month now. With no one else appearing with a Summoning and no one else needing to suddenly vacate their old room (like him), he's been able to have his own space, even if it was always meant to be temporary. Even so, he's kept to his own side of the room rather than spreading out. His few personal effects are neatly stored beneath his bed. And Kahlil himself is sitting on the bed when the new arrival enters, untying his boots to place them at the foot of the bed. He's tall, though it's hard to tell when he's seated, his shoulder-length hair tied back. His knuckles and hands are scarred with thin, razor straight lines.
He lifts his head, watching with faint curiosity as the stranger plucks at the curtains - and then attempts something. A small gesture, an even smaller movement of the fabric. Kahlil frowns slightly. ]
What are you trying to do?