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."
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Date: 2013-09-21 05:53 pm (UTC)"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."