thewrathofkaan: (disgust)
thewrathofkaan ([personal profile] thewrathofkaan) wrote2016-09-13 09:57 am

Room 516, Tuesday Morning

Roscoe woke up to a long string of text messages from his grandpa that he tried responding to before he ultimately got bored trying and forgot about it. He was more interested in spending his day in other ways, like laying on his stomach with his tablet on his bed, browsing through online shoe stores.

Look, it was fall. He needed new boots. It was important.

He had a nicely creepy Halloween playlist playing in the background, getting him in that mood. Pumpkin spice and spooky scary songs and boot shopping, it was a whole thing.

[[door and post open!]]
rebelseekspizza: (dante - fond of you)

[personal profile] rebelseekspizza 2016-09-13 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nah, I think his boyfriend liked doing it in the woods."

Dante, don't share details like that just like that.
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb - thataway)

[personal profile] rebelseekspizza 2016-09-13 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't ask me," Dante said. "Never met the guy."
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb - thataway)

[personal profile] rebelseekspizza 2016-09-13 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Two. It'd just been two.

Dante snickered softly. "Never met anyone who had such high standards about public bathrooms," he said. TMI? What TMI? "Pretty sure the woods thing wasn't the roomie's thing, though."
rebelseekspizza: (dante pb: eyyy)

[personal profile] rebelseekspizza 2016-09-14 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
It was complicated. But anyone who called it a relationship was going to get a weird look.

"If you're wondering about the walls, someone isn't doing a good job," Dante said.