Lee? You have an appointment.

"I, I won't do it again. Promise. Thank you," Atticus rushed out, trying not to be awkward in his first encounter with his roommate. Speaking of… "Hey um… were you lost? I can lead you back to our room…" He tried not to be obvious about it, but truthfully, Atticus was quite intimidated by Avery.

Avery studied Atticus, finally giving a long sigh. He wasn't usually dramatic, but he did have his moments. "I do suppose I am lost. So… could you help me get back to our room in this horrible maze of twists and turns?" Okay, maybe he was more dramatic then he let on, he was blaming it on Angel.

"Of course! Um… it was back this way," Atticus tried a reassuring smile before turning around to lead Avery to the dorm room. He had already unpacked all of his luggage, which was not much to begin with. "Here we are…" he slowly moved and sat down on the edge of his bland bed.

Avery looked around the room, making a small noise in the back of his mouth, yes this would do. "Thank you." He said, somehow making it sound threatening with his deep voice. He sat down on the other bed, opening his duffle and pulling out some bottles, setting them on the windowsill.

Atticus's face instantly went red at the sound of Avery's voice like that. Holy shit no fuck I can't fall for a bad boy that we just met? What the hell is wrong with me?! No way… I can't… Atticus had an internal gay panic, probably showing on his face as well as he turned his body to lay across his bed, facing the wall and with his back towards Avery. "Yup… it's a bit cozy and plain, but nice…"

All I can think of is the Pastel and Bad Boi trope.//

"Yeah…" Avery trailed off, already lost in thoughts of where to put all his bottles and trinkets. He started to pull out more trinkets, trinkets that shouldn't fit in his small bag like a small fishbowl filled with plants and a few rolled up posters along with it. He took out a pretty medium sized box with what looked like clothes in it and set the box under his bed, putting some other things from his bag under the bed too.

(it's a good trope for these two lmao)

Atticus turned slightly to steal a glance at Avery as the emo went about decorating. He couldn't help but admire his roommate as he did so. So many cool things… he probably has tons of stories to tell. Stories that are way better than mine… Atticus shifted uncomfortably in his hoodie. I can't let him see…

"So, is this your first year here?" Avery asks after a few moments of silence, his question cutting through the quiet as he folded a jacket. He sometimes loved the quiet and other times absolutely despised it, this was one of the times he hated it with a burning passion.

"Yeah… and you?" Atticus replied quietly, watching Avery from his spot of laying on his bed. He started playing with the hoodie strings to move his attention elsewhere.

"Yes, here anyway. I'm not used to being in… Closed spaces." He drawled, setting his duffle bag on the pillow of his bed as he grabbed a granola bar from it.

"Fair point… I've never been out of the house any longer than a regular school day…" Atticus, like a meek little meercat, slowly began to open up to his roommate. "Do you not like closed spaces like this…?" Instinctually turning the conversation away from himself as the topic.

"Hm… Well I don't necessarily hate them. I'm a Siren so I'm used to water and when I'm on land I would usually stay in open-type caves." Avery explained with a hum, it was almost too easy to imagine his brother in the room and not Atticus.

Mhm, Mhm…//

"Huh. That's really cool…" Atticus trailed off as two shadows appeared in the doorway, followed by a light knock. He rolled to the side of his bed and stood up, unsure as to who was at the dorm door and why. He slowly pushed the door open the rest of the way and two guys, around their same age, let themselves into the dorm room. The second one waved and muttered a polite 'hi' while tugging on the sleeve of the one in front to stop him from going further into the room. The first one smirked as he looked over both Avery and Atticus before introducing himself.
"Sup fuckers. The name's Mark. The quiet tall one is Ruth. We're your neighbors," Mark stated, almost triumphantly, as if his show of cocky rudeness was a competition he rightfully won. Presumably, the one by the name of Ruth, face-palmed behind Mark.
"Sorry, we don't mean to intrude. Just wanted to say hello and all," Ruth attempted to translate.

"Hm. Hello, my name is Avery White. How do you do?" He asked the question aimed at the person he presumed was Ruth. He crossed his arms as he waited for the answer, completely ignoring Mark becuase he was an ass. "Next time, could you knock louder and wait for someone to let you in? You know, courtesy and all."

(but they did knock, albeit very lightly but there was indeed a knock)

Fixed it//

"Of course, sorry about that," Ruth smiled as he apologized. He reached around to muffle Mark's mouth from the string of curse words that escaped the smol, angry, bakuhoe-wannabe. "It would be nice to know the names of our neighbors?" Ruth suggested gently, not daring to remove his hand from Mark's mouth just yet.

"I just said my name, Avery White," Avery repeated, his crossed arms crossing more as a small scowl appears on his face. "That is Atticus, I have no clue what his last name is as we just fucking met."

"Oh! Sorry about that. I didn't have my hearing aid on until after Mark finished his usual introduction. I'd rather not listen to that over and over again if I have the option not to," Ruth chuckled, nodding at Atticus and Avery in acknowledgment. "Nice to meet you both, Avery and Atticus. We have the dorm room directly to the right of you guys. I would've brought some cookies or muffins over but Mark didn't want to wait for my baking to finish–"
"Hell yeah I didn't! And you two better keep the 'fucking noises' to a minimum or I'm gonna burst in here and separate ya two myself!" Mark had weaseled his way out of Ruth's grasp and went on a rageful tangent before storming his way over to Atticus, who had since been hiding in silence. Mark grabbed the poor angel boi by the collar and pulled him down so he could whisper something into his ear, which made Atticus's face go bright red before pushing him away.
Mark turned around with a smug smirk, "Looks like I found the bottom."
"Mark! What the hell! I am so sorry," Ruth apologized again, kinda hoping at least one of the two other guys in the room would teach Mark a lesson.

"I would prefer if you keep those thoughts to yourself," Avery said, tilting his head and giving a cold glare. "Or I'll rip your vocal box out and crush it." He finished, closing his open hand into a fist to prove that he wasn't joking. "If you think I'm joking… You have probably heard that I'm the first Demonic Siren to go to this school and I will tell you, taking out vocal boxes are my specialty."

"Big talk from a guy who's specialty is singing," Mark sneered, clearly not getting the hint that he should back down. Ruth made a 'dude you're so fucked' face and turned off his hearing aid in preparation for a smackdown.
Meanwhile, Atticus couldn't bear to face anyone and had taken up residence underneath his bed, curled up in the fetal position and facing the wall.

"This is coming from a guy who has busted multiple peoples eardrums and has driven them insane. This is also coming from a guy who is willing to do the same to you." He growled, not noticing Atticus's curling up under the bed. "Now kindly, fuck off."

Grabs popcorn and begins chanting "FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT"!//

(Mwahaha exactly! Now just to finish writing it…)

Mood//

Honestly.//

(Sorry…)

It's fine! I just wanted to bump it up! You good fam!//

Is it fam or Fahm?//