YUGTO 28: Bus-mates [Part I: Behaved Van-Lena]

[Roseanne'S POV]

"Rosie, can you please hand me my pocket knife" I heard Vanilla said inside our shared room. When I walk my way inside, I automatically look at her blankly. "What for?" I ask suspiciously. "Chill. Just ya'know for our protection" she replied before winking at me, then I let out a sigh and start rummaging in her closet. Sometimes I got confused if this is a closet, or a shortcut straight to Narnia. Her closet is a mess. "You know what mate, your closet is messier than Lena's point of view" I grimace, and continue searching for her precious pocket knife. She said it's very special to her. "Your voice sound sexy when you're using your Aussie accent, mate" she teased, and starts packing up her things. I'm already done with mine, so why not lend a helping hand. "Shut up, mate" I told while rolling my eyes playfully.