Larse had been given notice that he was to finally be given a dorm mate for his particular room. Now, Larse figures that using finally as a word for this was very loose. Firstly, he liked being alone in his dorm room. That empty part of the room for a second person was an accustomed part of the décor and now someone was to fill it with their body and other garbage they had that was sentimental in value to them. He took the time to sit on his bed and mull over the sight that would soon be robbed of him. It left him anxious and irritated. He wouldn’t be able to sleep naked anymore because there would be a person here and spring and summer were a pain in the ass when you were already warm as is.

“…” He let loose a heavy sigh and laid back on his bed. The ceiling was more interesting than this anxious garbage polluting his mind with its filth. Finally, the door was knocked and Larse’s nostrils flared. He could smell something from the cracks of the door, a scent he did not know. It was foreign and unknown, two qualities he didn’t exactly like in the world.

Standing up and looking himself over, he trudged his way to the door and opened it. He was greeted to a tall sort, black hair, red eyes, and quite obvious in being male. Still, he smelled like a whole lot of nothing. Sickly? Maybe he was supernatural? He didn’t know and even if he was or not he doubt he’d care.

“…the new roomie? Or one of those groups of stupid ass kids trying to be a door to door drugs salesman? …if the latter, fuck off, I don’t want your mind altering hipster garbage and tissues.”