so many college aus

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Being a double-major was hard. Especially when you were kind of an asshole student that waited until the last minute to do your bookwork, and nearly flunked out every grade but somehow managed to bat your precious baby blues at your professors to get extra time to hand in your shit.

Life had pretty much always been easy for John Egbert. He had an adoring (over-loving, suffocating, completely nerdy) father that provided him with everything he needed and thensome, he had a pretty cool half-sister that he hung out with in the summers, he'd pretty much always been liked. He was a mean (totally amateur) prankster, and had a decent amount of friends he'd made throughout the years. He drove a cerulean blue Toyota Prius (his father wanted to reduce their carbon footprint to the best of his ability-- both of their cars were Hybrids) with the license plate PCHOOOO on it, and today was the first day of his first sophomore semester. He was twenty-one, slowly growing out of his baby fat into a budding career in the music industry (really the business degree was just a backup and to please daddy), and was about to meet his roommate for the semester. A one "Dave Strider", according to the paperwork he'd been given.

So with a bright-ass green backpack with a nerdy slime ghost logo on the back of it over his shoulder and a black rollerboard in his other hand, he reached out and knocked on the door to apartment B413.

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[knightime]

Dave swings the door open a minute or two after John knocks. He's got shades in place, but he's got a towel draped around his shoulders as he dries his hair. He's got nothing on but jeans (and they sit just low enough that it's so very obvious that he's only got jeans on even), and he leans against the door frame.

"Sup. You're John Egbert right? You better feel pretty damn special. Had to actually clean and organize so you have your own space." He turns his back on the other, beckoning John to follow him.

Look at your life. Look at your choices. This is your roommate.

[ofbreath]

Oh no he's hot.

Oh no.

John had never been a terribly fussed person when it came to sexualities-- he'd grown up in a heteronormative lifestyle, given how old-fashioned and traditional his father was, but he'd not specifically had anything against homosexuality. But hot damn, he had never quite gone slack-jawed at a boy like this before. To be fair, Dave's fair skin and light hair was definitely alluring, and the mysterious aspect of the completely black aviators on his face made both look even lighter. It didn't help that he was thin and narrow, opposite of John's own slight pudge and broad shoulders, and splattered in a paintflick of freckles. The bastard probably had perfect teeth, too.

"Uh," he offered intelligently. Shit, this guy was really unfairly and inhumanly hot. "Thanks?"

[knightime]

Dave turns his head with a slight tilt and flashes those pearly whites at John in a grin. Yeah, those are darn perfect teeth. Your life just gets harder and harder. Or maybe your life isn't getting harder but something else is.

"Well, you gonna come in? Mi casa is su casa. Well it is now 'cause you pay half rent and all. I mean, I know I'm beautiful and all, but no need to keep standing in the doorway and stare. You can always stare while still being inside. I feel like that's a pretty win win situation for us both," Dave replies with a smirk as he continues inside. "Close the door after you."

[ofbreath]

Damn your fucking perfect teeth John is never smiling again-- except oh shit, there he went, grinning crookedly to expose his crazy buck teeth. Dammit. Stupid sexy Striders. He cleared his throat and tried to school his expression into something less dopey and only partially succeeded, hefting his backpack and pulling his rollerboard into the apartment.

"Yeah, hah, you keep telling yourself that," he fudged, determined to not be swayed by Strider wiles. He managed to nudge the door shut with his foot without tripping himself or smacking it into his suitcase, much to his own surprise, and took a gander around the apartment to see what Dave had done with the place.

[knightime]

The place isn't actually all that messy. It's what you'd expect from a college kid. There's some bags of junk food on the table along with empty dishes. Dave obviously was well off. He had a nice tv. Surround sound system. Probably every up to date video game system. There was a keyboard shoved in a corner next to shelf that was filled with records and cds (who even owns records anymore?). Apparently this guy was super into electronics and music. "This is the living room. You're free to whatever is around but I'll kill you if you break any of my shit." He lazily indicates the entire room.

"We got a kitchenette. It's not small, but don't try and be iron chef in here. There's no space for that bullshit. You'll have to buy groceries if you want to cook because my cooking skills would make Gordon Ramsay give on humanity if he saw them so I don't really cook. The only small beacon of hope on humanity is that I can cook breakfast. So there's a shitton of that. Gonna tell you now that bacon bits in waffles is pretty much the equivalence of God probably giving you a blow job. Or Jesus coming in your mouth. It's that fucking good." Wow, your new flatmate kind of talks a lot, John. Sorry. "Let me take you to your room. I used it for storage, but I cleared it out for you. There's some furniture in there that didn't fit anywhere else that you can use, but no bed."

[ofbreath]

The keyboard immediately drew his attention, and he was pretty sure the hair on the back of his neck stood up at the general state of the place. How did he manage to land an attractive music nerd for a roommate? He was so fucking screwed. As was his dick.

"No worries there," he offered. "I know how to respect good equipment. What's your major?" He wandered around the living room ghosting his fingers over a lot of the musical things, though steering clear of the electronics. He tended to break them just from breathing on them, he didn't need to touch them. Though he did definitely seem to appreciate the TV and the collection of game consoles. Hell fucking yes, there would be video game battles to rival Achievement Hunter in this joint.

He turned away from the shiny things to glance at the kitchen, quirking another slight grin.

"Iron chef no, but I do cook," he explained. "So no worries about living on frozen burritos for the rest of your life. You handle breakfast and I'll handle Other Shit," This seemed to be working out well. He wasn't sure what he thought of the Biblical sexual references going on there in that flow of words, but he was definitely noting that Dave talked a lot. And he wasn't really sure he minded-- he had a nice voice, and it was definitely nice to watch his lips move.

Shit.

He followed after the blonde with a nod, shrugging his shoulders.

"I've got some cash, I can get a cheap mattress to throw in a corner."

[knightime]

John is living the fantasy. Living the life.

"Go to school for photography. Like every other photography student, I'm a pretentious, shitty white kid. I can't draw for shit and I take film classes too. Might as well learn what I can if I can afford it y'know. I do music as a hobby mostly." Although he thinks that if his major doesn't work out for him, he could make a living off doing music. "What about you?" You should appreciate all his expensive as fuck equipment.

"Oh hell yes. I think we need to get hitched right now. Like holy shit, I don't think my life can be more perfect than this. Someone who can cook more than just mac and cheese from the box. A dream come true. I no longer have to wonder if I should make instant ramen or microwave a chimichanga from the freezer." He opens the door to John's room. The furniture inside is very simple. It's not like a college kid needs anything fancy though. "Hopefully you got a car for that. I don't drive. You can admire my bike on the porch." And by admire, you can see the hot pink monstrosity with streamers and basket. Sometimes is he feeling extra ironic, he'll put a stuffed animal in the basket.

"Otherwise, if everything is good, I got the paperwork you need to sign and I'll give you the spare key and you can now call this place your pad." He taps his chin thoughtfully. "Just heads up. Put a sock on your door if you're gonna have sex with anyone. Like, dude. I'm chill with you getting some, just do it where I don't have to hear it. I'll give you my number of course and you can text or call it whenever. If you're gonna have a special someone over, just give me the heads up and I'll just go hang somewhere else until you've done the dirty."

[ofbreath]

He would appreciate seeing Dave use his expensive as fuck equipment even more, let's be real. Possibly in as little clothing as possible-- I mean wait. John choked and laughed for a minute at Dave's hitched comment, shaking his head and hefting his backpack again.

"I will make you dinners beyond your wildest dreams, Dave," he joked, waggling his eyebrows. "Though peanuts shall never again grace this apartment, I hope you aren't attached to PB&J." He dangled his keys from a finger idly, peering into his given space. "Dad insisted on getting me a car before I left for school last year," he thought aloud. "So lemme know if you ever need a lift." He glanced at the bike and promptly burst into ugly laughter, bringing his hands to his mouth to cover it almost immediately. That had been rude, maybe Dave actually liked Barbie pink and streamers.

He grinned crookedly all up until Dave went into his schpiel about socks on doors and heads ups, at which point he came to the startling realization that he was still a nerdy virgin sophomore and his roommate was probably some kind of walking sex God. He blanched a little, laughing and nodding his head.

"I do have a lot of socks," he said dumbly. Wow, that was a stupid thing to say, why did he say that?

[knightime]

"Holy shit. Let me just worship you forever. I will kiss your dick and everything. I will worship it like it were my own. My life as a stereotypical college kid is over." He pretends to fake swoon a bit. "Naw. I don't eat it too often. I'm more of a grilled cheese guy. Takes longer to make, but payout is better."

He starts heading towards his room. John should probably follow. "Hey, you laugh now, but no one is willing to steal the bright ass pink bike. First of all, everyone at this point knows that's mine since I bike everywhere and anywhere, and no one is man enough to actually ride it regularly. I just hate getting my shit stolen." He also feels pretty riding it. Or something. Irony. God, he doesn't even know the definition of that word anymore with it being abused in his household.

"Does that mean you have a lot of sex?" That only makes sense, right? Lots of socks. Lots of sex.

[ofbreath]

John turned a comical shade of salmon over his pasty skin, the color flooding inward from his ears and down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his t-shirt. And then he laughed gently, because grilled cheese was something he could handle.

"If you put bacon in waffles have you ever tried putting it in grilled cheese," he asked, quirking an eyebrow above his glasses. "Bacon makes everything better, bro." He delicately sidestepped the comment about Dave kissing his dick, because that was a horrifyingly appealing concept. Holy shit Dave you've made him gay within five minutes.

"I'm laughing with you, I promise," he said. "You just can't hear yourself." Another grin. "But I guess that's a decent tactic-- I mean, I don't think I'm secure enough in my masculinity to ride a Barbie bike either. Does it have a bell?"

He paused in the hallway, the color returning to his face.

"Erm... nnno," he offered honestly, fidgeting. "Just a lot of socks. Unused socks, I guess you could say. Socks that don't see many doorknobs." John stop talking.

[knightime]

"Hell yes, I have. Bacon taste delicious in anything. I haven't found a food that doesn't taste good with bacon. Let's be real. It probably doesn't actually exist." Dave doesn't mean to. He's just naturally attractive and makes all guys question their sexualities.

"Naw, I got a horn on it. It's a little louder than a bike bell, and I rather be able to be noticed so a car doesn't try to nick me, you know? Gotta play safe since you don't wanna bike on the sidewalks." Even if cars aren't exactly fond of bikers in the streets. Whatever, he needs to get to places too.

Dave chuckles a bit. "Got it. Don't worry, man. Probably better if you didn't become a nympho anyways, you know? More to life than getting some. Even if getting some is nice." Dave waves his hand dismissively. "Come on. Let me get you those papers to sign and I'll give you a key."

[ofbreath]

"Yes, good," John agreed, grinning to show off his ridiculous beaver teeth. He rolled his shoulders a little and titled his head in thought. "You know, you're probably right. And if it does, it should be exterminated immediately for being a sin against mankind."

"Aw, no fun." He sulked just slightly. "But I suppose an alive-roommate is much cooler than a not-alive-roommate. So that's fair." He slipped his hands into his pockets. "Why not on the sidewalks, though?"

"Rad, I like keys," he offered dumbly, watching Dave's hand instead of his face. It was safer.

[knightime]

"I'm sure it wouldn't have survived as a food at this point. Bacon is basically the best gift bestowed to us." He thinks John will be a pretty good roommate. He likes bacon.

"Eh, I'm technically a vehicle on a bike. It's kind of like a less scary version of a car driving on the sidewalk. The person getting hit by the bike is probably gonna hurt a hell of a lot more and probably live to bitch you out for running them over."

Dave just saunters to his room. His room is in a state of organized mess. It's obvious that Dave knows how to get around his room, but holy shit it's a surprise he hasn't burned this building down with all the electricals plugged in. But there's some printed forms in the printer and he's grabbing keys for John from a metal tin on top of his (makeshift) table.