The Living Room
It's...odd. The only door in this place that could possibly head outside is locked tightly, guarded by what looks to be a number code and an entire loaded machine gun. Surrounding this door looks to be a strange, almost expansive living space, leading to a door to the theatre room and access to the main hallway.
Hitori: This little guy is walking along, minding their own business. Not a care in the world...well, besides the things that happened yesterday. They are trying to act like nothing happened, the denial strong in their veins.
But as they go to the Living Room to relax, they find themselves intruding on an...unusual scene.
Firestarter: Firestarter and Arsenic. Yelling at each other.
"And what makes you think you're hot shit!? I literally am hot!! All the time!! You are NOT taking my thunder, kitty face!"
Arsenic: "Wh- kitty face!? Don't call me that! I'm more of a girlboss then you'll ever be, you crazy ass."
Hitori: They seem to be having some sort of back and forth that Hitori can not even begin to understand. Frankly, it scares them...
"Uhh...Fire? Arsenic? Are you two...okay?"
Firestarter: Her head snaps towards them.
"Oh! Hey! Look! The perfect judge. Hitori!! You're going to decide which one of us is the strongest, yeah?"
Hitori: "I am???"
Firestarter: "You are!!"
Arsenic: Her tail thumps on the ground, annoyed. "I'll fight you, right here and now."
Firestarter: "Right here!? And ruin the living room!? Nah, I'll burn your ass up in my own room! It's the perfect space!"
She looks at Hitori again. "You wait outside and see who loses, so we have proof of who is better, alright?"
Hitori: "Am I supposed to, uh...sit outside your dorm, and figure it out through sound, or...?"
Firestarter: "Precisely."