Post by ATLAS RAMSEY GREYBACK on Jun 4, 2023 19:14:25 GMT
Would Atlas ever learn his lesson about pissing off his dormmates? Probably not. He was being reassigned again for compatability opportunities, code for "your roommate wants to curse you in your sleep." He was running out of rooming options. It wasn't his fault his previous dormmates couldn't learn their place. Atlas had grown tired of their incessant talking about Quidditch and girls and video games. It was enough to drive anyone insane, really. Could they really blame him for hexing their mouths shut.
Atlas dragged his suitcase along the winding path of dorms, looking for his new - most likely temporary again - home. He finally stopped before the assigned number and looked the door up and down. It was the same bland shade of brown as the rest of them, nothing remarkable, not even a scratch or scuff to set it apart. Sighing and sincerely hoping these gentlemen knew how to shut up, he opened the door and stepped inside, dropping his suitcase on the floor as the door swung shut behind him.
Again, the room was filled with monotony, four-posters arranged so that each tenant had ample space for their belongings. His eyes darted from bed to bed, trying to decide which one he wanted, regardless of who may have already been residing there. There was nothing of particular interest, he noted as his attentive eyes continue to dance around the space - oh? What was this? A sinister, leering smile spread across Atlas's face as his eyes took in his newest roommate. He was handsome, incredibly so. The other man's dark hair and features contrasted in a sharp and delicate way, warming Atlas's body in all the right way.
"You must be...Noah." The name was spoken slowly, deliberately. Atlas would make this one his. "I suppose I'm your new rommate. I'm Atlas," he purred, dragging his suitcase closer to Noah's bed and arranging it next to the empty bed nearby. "Sorry to be changing things up in the middle of the term like this. I seem to have a habit of misbehaving."
NOAH MING DAVIS
Atlas dragged his suitcase along the winding path of dorms, looking for his new - most likely temporary again - home. He finally stopped before the assigned number and looked the door up and down. It was the same bland shade of brown as the rest of them, nothing remarkable, not even a scratch or scuff to set it apart. Sighing and sincerely hoping these gentlemen knew how to shut up, he opened the door and stepped inside, dropping his suitcase on the floor as the door swung shut behind him.
Again, the room was filled with monotony, four-posters arranged so that each tenant had ample space for their belongings. His eyes darted from bed to bed, trying to decide which one he wanted, regardless of who may have already been residing there. There was nothing of particular interest, he noted as his attentive eyes continue to dance around the space - oh? What was this? A sinister, leering smile spread across Atlas's face as his eyes took in his newest roommate. He was handsome, incredibly so. The other man's dark hair and features contrasted in a sharp and delicate way, warming Atlas's body in all the right way.
"You must be...Noah." The name was spoken slowly, deliberately. Atlas would make this one his. "I suppose I'm your new rommate. I'm Atlas," he purred, dragging his suitcase closer to Noah's bed and arranging it next to the empty bed nearby. "Sorry to be changing things up in the middle of the term like this. I seem to have a habit of misbehaving."
NOAH MING DAVIS