Room 525, Tuesday Early Evening

[talon_wraith]

Despite the squirm-inducing topic of ethics class, Myn's birthday hadn't been as bad as he had somehow expected it to be. He would have preferred to have spent it in a cockpit, of course, but...well, at least he wasn't dead

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[momslilassassin]

Ben had been pacing his room for a while before coming to a decision. He walked up to the fifth floor, pasted a smile on his face, and rapped on Myn's door jamb. "Hi!"

[talon_wraith]

Myn looked up from the still-blank screen. "Hi, Ben."

[momslilassassin]

"Reading anything interesting?" Ben asked.

[talon_wraith]

"Not really." The pilot shook his head, switching the datapad off and setting it aside. "Can't decide what to say. Did you need anything?"

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric wandered in and flopped face-up on his bed, not paying any attention to the fact that he was rumpling his clothes.

His mother would have a fit, he knew, if she knew; he was still reveling in the fact that she wasn't here to know.

"Hey," he said, turning his head slightly toward Myn. "How's it going?"

[talon_wraith]

"Fine," Myn said, turning his head to look at Eric. "Yourself?"

[notasuiciderisk]

Eric shrugged, then sat up, turning a little more of his attention to his roommate. "Not bad, I guess," he said. "Kinda... not really sure what to do with my time. Which seems really weird to say here, since there's... I dunno. Everything's so different from back home."

[talon_wraith]

"It's completely different than where I'm from, too," Myn said. "Are you liking it, though?"