Inside the Northern Division's Dorm Kitchen, Razor is standing in the all-white very fancy-looking kitchen, looking down at all of the food in the pantry. Also in the room are Dmitri Morozov, Katina Rotten, & Red Tucker.
"Wow," Razor says as he takes a look into the pantry, "You guys have like nothing."
"Most of us prefer to eat out," Katina says, "Ever since Bastard caused The Pomegranate Incident the food here has never tasted the same."
"It's a shame because I can make some great shashlik," Dmitri remarks.
"Dmitri you've never stepped foot in here once until now," Katina retorts.
"Hey give Dmitri a break," Red chimes in, "He's only got five fingers on one hand!"
Katina and Dmitri both laugh at Red's remark while Razor stands there confused.
Not only because he doesn't get the inside joke but also…
"Who the fuck are you?" Razor asks Red bewildered.
"Uh, Red Tucker hello? I was there when you first moved in a few days ago," Red says.
Red Tucker has long messy brown hair with red highlights, red pupils, white skin, black piercings on her ears, and two moles by her right eye. She's wearing an unbuttoned dark green military jacket over a white tank top, light blue pajama bottoms with a duck print, and red flip-flops.
"No, you weren't," Razor remarks.
"Yes I have, I've always been there, don't know what you're saying," Red scoffs.
Trying to clear the air, Katina explains. "She's just messing with you man, she just got back from a trip to Hartsburg. You met her sister though."
"Violet?" Razor asks.
"Violet." Katina & Dmitri confirm.
"C'mon Kat," Red pouts, "You gotta ruin the fun before I could really mess with him?"
As Katina & Red continue to chat, Razor thinks to himself they may have gotten off on the wrong foot, but this Red fellow doesn't seem too bad.
Or at least that was before he really got to know what they were like. Since she's the room right next to his, Razor finally realized how thin the walls of this place were. Watching sitcoms in the middle of the night, playing the loudest alternative rock to wake up in the morning, and even raging at video games at 2 AM; all of this was coming from Red's room.
Eventually one night, Razor having enough makes his way to Frank Walker's door and knocks on it. Frank Walker opens the door wearing blue striped pajamas & pajama cap with Commodore having a matching pajama cap.
"Here to scold me for doing my job again Smirnov?" Frank Walker yawns.
"No, I just figured you might be able to help with Red," Razor asks, "She's been keeping me up at night."
Frank Walker raises an eyebrow, Razor groans, "Not like that you-"
"I'm just pulling your leg Smirnov," Walker sighs, "Besides, have you tried asking her to turn the noise down?"
Razor is silent for a bit.
"Thought so," Frank Walker remarks.
And so with a walk of shame to Red's room, Razor knocks on the door. When Red answers he asks her to turn it down a bit. And like that, all noise complaints he once had were gone. Turns out, she was easier to approach than he expected.
See You Next Chapter!~