[LOG] Ugh, Roommates

[wavesintheta]

Who: Caspian and Salem

What: Caspian is convinced his roommate is the worst

Where: Room A5-1

When: Beginning of the school year

 Caspian had purposefully gotten into his room at the earliest he could">, he wanted to be as far away from the window as possible, his dad had dumped him off at the front with his stuff and it was a lot of effort but now he finally had everything upstairs. The last thing was to fight out where his stuff would go with his roommate. Honestly he had no idea what to expect, he was terrible with e-mail, and all he had was the other guy's name: Salem.

 It didn't matter he supposed, as long as he understood that they were sharing space. And that also meant keeping out of his business. Taking a deep breath Caspian just picked up a box with some of his band posters sticking out and shouldered into the room.

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Caspian raised an eyebrow to the view of his roommate hitting his head on the wardrobe. Ow. That definitely looked like it hurt. With the comment though he just frowned, not sure what to think, and shook his head, "Yeah, I'm the roommate."

He wasn't really sure how to approach this guy, instead putting the box of posters onto his bed. Caspian initially thought about lofting his bed but honestly there wasn't much that he did have. Sure he had enough stuff that it took him awhile to get it up the stairs, he was only one guy after all, but not heaps of stuff. Turning back to Salem he ventured albeit awkwardly, "Sorry I didn't contact you sooner about room stuff or anything, I'm Caspian."

[beyondhappiness]

"Oh, well thank god for that." He to Caspian's initial comment. He watched as the guy fussed with his posters for a second, taking a moment to rub the top of his head where he got the bump. Hmm. He seemed pretty normal.

"Ahhh nah, it's cool. I didn't really reach out either, and I mean, I figured we would end up meeting anyway, so you know. We'd have time." His gaze lingered a little longer, till he turned around for a moment and shoved the rest of his cloths in his side of the closet.

"I'm Salem. I go by Salem. No one's ever really given me a nickname for that, not that I can think of a good one, so I don't really blame people. Nice to meet you Casp." Meet the king of the run on sentence.

[wavesintheta]

This was going a lot better than he expected, thankfully. Just as Caspian was about to start unpacking another box he was stopped the the nickname. His fingers twitched slightly. ...there was the first bump in the road. It reminded him all too well of his father's teasing nicknames.

"Salem, got it, I don't think I'll be good at coming up with a nickname honestly and on that note..." he decided to get straight to the point, "I'm not a fan of nicknames, Caspian is just fine."