The amount of space Ram took up in Gerrit’s apartment seemed to have ballooned. Fifteen pairs of white pants and shirts. Rabbit’s feet, martial arts books, and boxing gloves. Climbing gear, sports gear, and (most recently) riot gear.

And here Ram was, yet again, getting on his laptop (another addition) because he needed to buy more stuff. Granted, since this was for the Summer coronation, he wouldn’t be storing it here. Then again, he glanced at the pile of white apparel, that wasn’t what had happened last time. Not to mention, he’d been meaning to get an actual weapon and firearm to practice with. Well, not an actual firearm. His Andrew ID wasn’t good enough to pass registering a car, much less a gun license. And honestly, he could use the practice. Didn’t want to go shooting other people in the foot by being a klutz.

What was he thinking about again? Right looking at caterers for the food fight. Wait, no, the ever-growing mess he was making as a roommate. That was more important right now.

Ram growled softly, shut the computer, and instead surveyed ‘his domain’. He could probably move some of it to the new Hollow he’d just made. Although… it didn’t exactly have the best defenses. And there was the risk of the Hedge infecting things and turning them into tokens. Or would that be a perk.

The Ogre growled to himself again and bundled what he thought he was willing to lose into his old pack. It was more than he expected, and things definitely looked cleaner. A smile crossed his face, feeling proud. He’d take it down to the High Striker.

Just as soon as he finished pre-ordering cupcakes.