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[neverinterested]

WHO → Roderick neverinterested and Lance mezzosiciliano (CLOSED)
WHEN → Pretty much straight after this conversation
WHERE → Just outside the library
WHAT → Roderick's going to help his new roommate, Lance, find his room
STATUS → In progress
WARNINGS → None, but will add if any crop up

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[neverinterested]

He groaned upon hearing his name, thickly laden in an Italian accent. He rounded a corner, half following the shouting, then stood and looked across at the extremely pale and - he scowled, annoyed at this - the slightly taller and better built man. Not what he had expected. Although, it looked as though he didn't really need to be shouting Roderick's name to look prominent.

He toyed with the idea of letting Lance shout some more and draw unwanted attention to himself, but he decided against it - or rather, the words now haunting his mind decided against it. He walked briskly towards the Italian, then held up his palm and tried to smile while he wracked his brain for something to say, for some sort of greeting.

"Prominent" was the first word which rolled off his tongue before he could think about it.

[neverinterested]

Roderick shook Lance's hand, but paused when he began speaking Italian. He wracked his brain for a response but came up empty. Languages hadn't ever been Roderick's thing, he was narrow-minded in that way, he preferred not to make contact with anyone who spoke another language, hence why he'd never actually been abroad.

Roderick opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His blank face was probably proof enough that he hadn't understood what Lance had said, much as he tried.

[[ooc: Oi, you know fully well I was shite at my GCSE listening exam. How dare you D|]]