{END}I dream of friends and have nightmares of bad hair

@"Immajoebob"

Scratching his head hard has he impatiently waited for his hair to dry, the thought of it instantly being able to would be a power Karic wished he had most days. Blowing a small strand of hair away from his face, he quickly went over to his dresser, pulling out a light grey t-shirt, dark blue skinny jeans and his favorite boxers, pulling off the look with a pair of black socks. Smiling, he tightly held onto his towel that was wrapped around his waist, as he ran back to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

The bathroom was still lightly steamed up from his shower only a few minutes ago. Putting his clothes on the counter, he dropped his towel, quickly putting on his boxers, then his jeans, before lastly putting on his shirt. Opening the door as if he was going into a never before seen room, the smell of unsteamed air brought happiness to his breaths. Looking back into the bathroom, he quickly grabbed his socks, deciding that he would pick up his towel later. Walking to his bed, she casually put his socks on, only to hear a lightly tap on his dorm door.

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Blinking and jumping a bit when someone quickly comes into his dorm, he gives the boy a surprised look, expecting him to say why he had so rudely dropped his stuff in the boy's room. "Um... Excuse me what are you doing?" He asked the boy, reaching under his pillow to grab Athuma, placing it in his right hand, in between his index and forefinger. It seemed as if the boy was unpacking his entire life on the other bed in the dorm. "Who are you?" He would usually be very gentle around someone else, but the fact that he came into his room, where only a few seconds ago he had been walking in a bath towel, made him concerned. Pushing his wet hair out of his face with his left hand, he glared ominously at the boy.

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"I didn't know that I was getting a roommate." He looked cautiously at he boy as he stayed on his bed, pulling his knees up to his face, stating. "Why do you have so much stuff?" He asked the boy, twirling Athuma in between his fingers. It was a weird sight for him to see anyone in his room, let alone another boy that was now supposed to be his roommate. Karic didn't know how to react to such a weird change of events.

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Looking casually in the boys direction, he wondered as to what brought him here, into his own room and not someone else's. Flipping Athuma in his fingers once more, he put the toothpick in his sock, knowing that he wouldn't be moving anytime soon from his curled up position. Leaning his head on the wall, she closed his eyes. "Is that so?"

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Jumping lightly at his last comment, Karic was surprised as to how open the boy was about his sexuality. "Why'd you tell me that?" He asked with a bit of suspicion in his voice. "You just met me." Maybe it was just him, but he knew that he wouldn't go and tell people what he liked and didn't like.