April 2nd, afternoon : Main House, Room 10 : Mister Doyle enters

[celticluck]

The moment Doyle was in room number ten of the main house, he claimed the right side of the dorm room and had started to add his own personal touches. Or, more like he started to make his side of the room more comfortable

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[thatloyalguy]

"Sorry, you've got a roomie." Xander grinned as he walked into the dorm room, clutching a suitcase full of his belongings.

He rested the case on the available bed, and held out his hand to the other man. "Xander Harris, future class clown."

[celticluck]

Doyle gazed down at the offered hand as if it were a snake, waiting to bite him. “Doyle,” he said as he looked back up at his new roommate. “Future murderer. Nice to meet you.” He placed a toothpick in his mouth and smirked.

[thatloyalguy]

Xander's smile faltered, and his hand fell back to his side. "Murderer, huh? I'm pretty sure I requested a stable non-smoker."

He took a glance around the room, taking in his surroundings. "Nice digs."

[celticluck]

“Too bad about the non-smoker part, lad.” And having visions that throw someone nearly across the room was stable? Doyle walked past Xander and sat down on his bed. “Look, mate, I’ve got a few rules before you decide to… settle in, yeah?”

[celticluck]

“Bleh, my dream job is to open up my own detective agency.” Doyle pulled out one of Xander’s socks from his suitcase and rolled it up into a ball. Bouncing it back and forth between his two palms he went on. “Mind you, it’ll be mostly for the supernatural. Where I’m from, everyone thinks that stuff is bollocks. Vampire Slayers, werewolves, witches… everything’s fake to the lowly mortals.”

[thatloyalguy]

Xander nodded along as he pulled out a couple of shirts and began to attach them to hangers. "Not this lowly mortal. I know the Slayer. Used to live on the hellmouth."

[celticluck]

“You’re pulling my leg.” Doyle said as he tossed the sock at the empty waste basket -- frowning when it hit the wall and landed on Xander’s desk instead.

“Slayer’s walk alone… and I damn well don’t believe you’ve lived on a hellmouth and survived this long.” Doyle stood up, walking to Xander’s closet and leaning on the door frame as he looked over the other teens wardrobe.

[thatloyalguy]

Xander shrugged. "Not this Slayer. She's different." Xander chuckled and grabbed the sock, putting it away in his drawer instead. "And hey! I can handle myself!"

[celticluck]

Doyle's brow raised slowly as he stripped off his shirt. "Oh-kay, boyo. You're a bit too trusting if you don't mind me saying." He walked over to his bed and collasped in it, smirking. "Can't wait for this school thing to start, you?"

[thatloyalguy]

"Pretty sure I can wait." Xander grinned, his eyes running over Doyle's torso subtly. "You don't really seem like the bookworm type."