Chp.23<Torasutogēmu

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Meaning: Trust Game In Japanese

Elena's POV

"Ohhh.....," 

I gazed at the black and white wallpaper. The tall window's let in bright light in the room. The furniture in here wasn't bad either, as there were many things I wished I had in my room. 

A white bean bag was on the ground, next to a table with tall white chairs. I looked over a small corner, which turned into a bed with many pillows and a nicely folded blanket. The carpet was a pattern that looked like a grey rose was on it. I even found it more fascinating, because there was a flat TV screen that hung slightly from the wall and faced toward the bed--who's ever it was.

I wanted to jump on that comfy looking bed, but realized that it wasn't mine. That made me wonder, who's room was I in? I looked around for any clue, but couldn't think of anything. Then I thought, the door I went through was colored light green....who likes that color?

I thought maybe the internet would answer this, so I checked online. I searched up, "what's Rap Monster's fav color?", But the result was black. It wasn't the color of the door, so I tried thinking of someone else.

"What's V's fav color?", and the result was Black, White, Green. That was all the colors that appealed to this room. My heart jumped with excitement. I realized I had a smile on my face.

"So this is his room?" I asked myself, looking around again.

I thought peculiarly, what if there's something around here that could tell me what he thinks of Cheyenne? Since, well, they talk so much. But, I shook that out of my head. I thought if I looked around more, that would be even ruder considering that I've already invaded V's room.

But I did wonder curiously, what did he think of her? Surely, he would have some type of journal or diary to write his thoughts and feelings on, right? I sensed he did, and my senses are usually true. 

But....what would Cheyenne think?




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