so many college aus

[ofbreath]

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]

"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.