Hasegawa Satomi had roommates before.

Each of them carried their own preferences with hues matching her own. The place she had stayed at previously took one another's colors into consideration and had shown there to be less complaints. So, when she was able to get a a place of her own here, in Nijo, she decided to do the same. As she got settled in her own place, she'd placed an ad on the paper. She followed their same format: female, preferred spectrum, general area and space, her cellphone number along with the monthly rent.

Needless to say, she had gotten plenty of odd feedback. Some didn't appear to want share the room (which had confused her) and chose to pick a fight instead, annoyed with her preferences. There were few that she had to choose from, but none had sat right with her until a pink woman she had found as 'Himura Ren.' There was something different about her tone on the phone, and she had a well enough background.

Satomi sharpened the knife on the whetstone idly as she thought about it. After a while of discussion, they finally set a date for them to meet and for Ren to move in if she so chose to agree. That day was today, and she, despite her lack of enthusiasm, was interested in how the transition will be.

Hearing the doorbell ring, she blinked. Around her were a few vegetables already cut up as well as meat. All was ready for a hot pot -- a celebration as she had already considered this to be set.

She turned, walking out from behind the counter and opened the door.  "You're early," she noted, eyeing the woman carefully. She stood aside to let her in, though there was an odd weight in her left. 

Ah, the knife.

She hadn't left it on the counter and ... Carrying a knife in hand might not have been the best way to start a meeting with a potential roommate, Satomi reflected a moment too late. She flipped it the other way around and moved to set it on the kitchen counter.

"Come inside," she called out regardless.  

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