Zuzha smiled dimly and then took a peek in the mirror on her nightstand. "Oh, holy cow, I look like the night of the living dead, for shiz... you know when the stuff comes off a stick you don't think it's gonna, like, explode when tears hit it... wow." Taking the hem of her shirt, she used to wildly rub at her face.
"Oh, hey. Like... as your roommate and stuff, I'm totally gonna give you permission to bang Julian in here when I'm gone." She glanced at her bed and then gave a little hop on it. The bed squeaked. "Just made for lovin' and it was soooo wasted on me, right?"