..drop in, drop out && explode, tag: roomy

[dakota moore]

Dakota pushed his guitar case into the corner and stood back to look at the room he had just rearranged. Dorms were small, but he tried his best to keep his neat so it appeared bigger. His bed was against the wall now, and his desk next to it nearly touching the headboard. On his desk he had a few books stacked on , particularly fictions and odd biographies of musicians. Some magazines were pocketed along the side of his desk in new edition to his side of the room, a metal rack he screwed to his desk rather than his wall. Under the portion of his desk where a PC could hold it's tower, he had torn off the door and placed a mini cooler inside, a few beers poking out of the ice he had just added. It looked nice, but wouldn't stay nice, so he bent forward and picked on up before scanning the rest of the room. The hiss of the bottle cap being removed was faint, and the cap hitting the floor cracked the air with noise so it seemed. But who noticed?

The guitar leaned against the wall directly across from the end of his bed, in front of the borough he and his roomy Andrew shared. It held an array of body sprays and such that Dakota did not feel like organizing, since some of the bottles weren't his. Taking a sip of his beer, Dakota decided his side looked nice. From his laptop on his desk to his amp next to his guitar, he had all his favorite possessions in plain site. A college senior couldn't really ask for more. Except, maybe somewhere new to live, instead of a dorm. Dorms got cramped, especially after four years. But he didn't have the kind of money an apartment entitled, and therefore he remained here. Dakota was content with this fact of life for the most part. Until he cleaned up his portion of the room he would desire a bigger living quarters. Once his side was in decent shape, he realized how much space he actually had.

Pulling out his phone, he pulled up his contacts and hit send once he saw Andrews name somewhere near the top. Ring.... Ring... Dakota plopped onto his bed and scratched his bare chest, desperately trying not to hit himself with the cold beer bottle. The glass alone could send shivers through him if it made contact with anything but his fingers and palm. "Yo, dude, you comin' back anytime soon?" he asked, once the phone stopped ringing. The blond male took another sip from his bottle. "I cleaned my side. It's impressive."

[andrew moon]

Andrew had decided to be as spontaneous as he could today. After brushing up on his Korean-English dictionary a few times while practicing pronouncing the fellow letter "L" in the morning, he left the dorm in a brutal attempt to better the rest of his day. He couldn't possibly spend another afternoon cramped in that unpleasant atmosphere, trying to shrug off all the monstrous flies that swarmed about his gelled hair without fail every living day of the year. Speaking of years, Andrew could very well celebrate a whole year of citizenship here in the United States coincidentally on this day. Being of an older age, it was much more difficult to adapt to such a diverse country, and to especially recognize the molding of most students attending this university. The way he looked at it, Americans were awfully corrupt, though perhaps not as terrible as Kim Jong Il in North Korea. At any rate, his mornings, afternoons and nights had been of utmost insignificance this past year ane Andrew felt the need to spice things up. As expected, he had failed to accomplish this lofty little goal.


His first stop had been the book store. Andrew wasn't even quite sure why he had gotten the impulse of going to such a studious place, or why he had drifted over to the heavy British Literature section in supposed search for something at least mildly interesting. A few hours passed as he flipped through collections of poems written by the likes of Chaucer, and even browsed through a few plays by the legendary Shakespeare. He read through them breezily, as challenging as they might have been according to some of his internationally-wise friends. It occurred to him several months ago that he could read English with ease, but that speaking it was an entirely different matter. However, there was no doubting that Andrew was terribly bored and soon enough, exited the book store at five in the afternoon that day.


The second stop he made after the departure from the book store was directly to the coffee shop adjacent to it. He had no intentions to buy coffee fromthe likes of book stores, seeing as they were frequently of low-quality and distinction. Entering the vicinity filled with heavy scents of cacao beans and sweet cakes, Andrew sauntered over to the counter, hastily ordering a decaf black coffee for himself. It wasn't anything too exciting to blab about, s0rry to say. The woman at the cashier tried digesting his order thoroughly through her mind, deciphering what words made sense and which didn't after Andrew's attempt at speaking two coherent sentetnces. Finally, she nodded, took the money he had readily splayed in his hands and before long ,the beverage was ready for the kid. It was right after Andrew left the shop, cup of coffee in hand, that he thought perhaps spending a night out with his roommate might prove to be more interesting than reading books for the rest of this 'Citizenship Anniversary' of his. Dakota knew his way around.


Oddly enough, at that very split second, the cell phone packed in the back pocket of his straight-legged jeans began buzzing. A wave of shock overcame him for that brief moment before his natural instinct directed his hand to his heiny. Slipping the sleek phone from its previous home, Andrew brought the phone up to eye-level and clicked to receive the phone call. "Hey," he said curtly, shoving the unoccupied hand into his front pockets. "Yes, I'll get back." was the rest of his thickly put response. Andrew was perfectly aware of the fact that he spoke with a highly unattractive accent. Confusing as it was, thinking how European accents could sound so devilishly appealing whereas anything of Asian descent was considered otherwise, Andrew merely furrowed a brow and continued walking away from the coffee shop. "I'm glad. Can't wait to see that." Andrew looked at the cup of decaf coffee quickly, then back to the sidewalk, his feet still trudging onwards. "I bought coffee, you can steal some if you want."


ooc; sorry for the shitty response. =|

[dakota moore]

Pacing about the room, he picked up the remote and placed it on his desk. He readjusted the magazines in his new rack thing,. It was odd to see Dakota in such a particular state. He explained some of it briefly to Andrew over the phone, but he trailed off at some point to take a sip of his beer casually, like people do. It dawned on him while Andrew spoke, that he should light up some inscense or something, so his mate didn't smell any smoke.

Notorious for smoking out the window whenever he could, Dakota knew it bugged his roommate. Therefore he swore not to let Andrew see him do it again. Andrew never saw him do it, Dakota was a respectable guy, enough so that he could hold to his word. His theory was if Andrew didn't catch on then he was in the clear for a little while. Spring would come about soon enough and he wouldn't dread going outside for a nicotine jolt.

Dakota's eyebrow cocked, in question as he listened to his roommate over the phone. "Is it decaf?" He could tolerate it, if it was, but he usually liked to get some caffeine in him. Especially before going out for a night on the town or something like that. Dakota never went for what people considered a night on the town. He was anything but a club kid. He was the drunk you saw stumbling through the alley on his way home, aware of only one thing.... his need to vomit. Alleys were a good thing in that case, because at least no one would see it.

ooc: Haha your crappy response.... mine is tiny.