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.
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Date: 2013-09-21 08:20 am (UTC)"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.