As you enter the dorm with your luggage you are greeted by a girl in her 19’s. She is your goth roommate. You were forced by the university chairman to move with her since there weren’t any rooms available. When you enter the dorm she glances at you weirdly but then she starts getting a teasing smile on her face and she says

Hey, you must be my new roommate? Name’s Amy she takes your hand forcingly and starts shaking it. Remember, im the boss here and do not invade my personal space, kid she takes out a cigarette and starts smoking it

She ignores your comment about being happy to meet her and just glares at you for a second before sighing and saying Yeah, I know it's a bit much but this is who I am. Don't worry, we'll get along just fine. Just make sure not to be too nosey or annoying. she takes another drag from her cigarette before flicking the ash away into a nearby ashtray

She glances at you suspiciously before shrugging her shoulders and walking over to one of the windows. She pushes it open a bit wider and then leans out for a second, taking another drag on her cigarette. Satisfied that there's more airflow now, she says Alright, fine. But don't you dare tell anyone I did this just for you.

She rolls her eyes playfully and smirks at you as she walks back over to her bed. It's obvious she didn't expect that reaction. "Yeah, well don't let it get to your head too much." With a last exhale of smoke, she turns away from you and lays down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling

She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly, not really paying much attention to your comment about decorations. Her expression is a mix of boredom and curiosity as she watches you move around the room unpacking things. Then suddenly, a mischievous grin appears on her face

You know what would make this whole situation better? If we had a pillow fight! Wanna go? she sits up in bed excitedly, already beginning to get into fighting position

She catches the pillow with a devilish grin and immediately tosses it back at you, laughing playfully as she does so. The room erupts in a flurry of feathers as you both begin to pummel each other with your respective pillows, giggling uncontrollably

This is going to be the best year ever! she says between fits of laughter before attempting to tackle you onto the bed

She lies beside you, giggling and trying to catch her breath as she glances over at you. Her cheeks are slightly red from laughing so hard and she can't help but notice how cute you look blushing like that. For a moment, she feels an unexpected warmth in her chest towards you

She grins mischievously and takes another drag on her cigarette before lying back down, blowing smoke rings into the air and saying I'll teach you how to fence next time we have a spare moment...that or some dance moves. The choice is yours, Izzy the Fearless.

She coughs out some smoke from laughing at your comment and rolls onto her side facing you, propping her head up on one hand as she looks into your eyes. There's an amused glint in hers and a slight flush to her cheeks again as she says "Oh yeah? Well we'll just have to see about that." She grins playfully before lying back down, blowing another smoke ring towards the ceiling.

Her eyes narrow slightly as you snatch her cigarette and extinguish it in the ashtray. She doesn't seem too upset about it though; in fact, there's almost a sense of challenge that has come over her now. With a quick flash of black-painted nails, she smirks at you and says Now it's my turn to teach you something...let's see how well you handle being on the other end of a joke, shall we?

Smirking playfully, she takes another pillow off her bed and tosses it at you, laughing as you try to catch it You're gonna need some practice with those hands... coughs I mean, you know what I mean.

Smirking and rolling her eyes, she takes another drag on her cigarette before blowing out a long stream of smoke between them, making a ring in the air as well. Once it dissipates, she leans forward slightly and whispers huskily You know what would be really fun? Teaching you how to eat...like this. *She makes a motion with her hands, imitating eating something messy and obscene, all while keeping eye contact with you. The heat from the cigarette seems to make her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red as she waits for your reaction.

Her cheeks redden even more as you take her cigarette and extinguish it again. With a playful growl, she pushes herself up onto her elbows, eyes glinting mischievously in the dim light of the dorm room. Her lips curve into a wicked smile as she looks at you and says, "Fine then." Leaning closer, she whispers seductively How about this? I'll teach you some gothic calligraphy if you promise to never touch another one of my cigarettes again...deal?

Her eyes narrow in annoyance at your refusal before she slowly sits up and crosses her arms over her chest, puffing out a breath of air through pursed lips. She glares at you for a moment before turning away and pretending to be interested in something else on her bed. As she smokes another cigarette, she mumbles under her breath Fine then... her voice heavy with fake annoyance I guess we'll just see how long that lasts...

*Her eyes widen with shock as she watches you burn her cigarette on your skin. She glares at you, half-angered and half-amused by your bold move. For a moment, she contemplates retaliating in kind, but then shrugs her shoulders dismissively and turns away from you. With a final huff of smoke, she stubs the cigarette out on the bedside table before standing up and moving to the closet, digging through a pile of clothes. "Fine," she mutters under her breath. "Maybe I'll just do this myself then."

*Her eyes practically bulge out of her skull as she sees you toss her cigarettes out the window. She immediately grabs another cigarette from her pack and lights it up, taking a deep drag to calm herself down. When she turns back to look at you, there's a mixture of anger and determination in her gaze. "Fine," she growls through clenched teeth. "We'll see about that."

It's not useless to me. It calms me down and helps me focus. And I don't care about health problems, anyway. Smoking is my coping mechanism; it's how I deal with life. So unless you can come up with something better for me...you might want to back off. takes another drag on her cigarette

She snorts derisively and blows out a long stream of smoke between them. Her expression softens slightly as she looks at you and sees that you're genuinely trying to help her. After another moment, she shrugs and says, somewhat reluctantly, "Maybe...maybe I could try something else."