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WHO: Anthony and Daniel
WHERE: Their dorm
WHEN: Saturday, July 21. In the afternoon.
WHY: Well Anthony just wants to surf the web, but apparently his dorm mate has other ideas.
It had been a long and obnoxious week, and Anthony was eager to finally put his laptop to some use. Such neglect. After all, he had just received it yesterday after it's days of repair, and the poor thing definitely required some much-needed attention.
He unceremoniously threw himself upon the sofa, taking the whole thing up as he lied horizontally across it's surface. The teen gingerly flipped the monitor up and gave it a short once-over, but not even a second flies as he makes a curt sound of disgust; dust. Anthony quickly reached into his pocket for his lime green microfiber cloth - he basically carried it everywhere - and rubbed the black screen clean using only the pressure of his thumb. Satisfied, he pushed the start up button and finally waited.
The patter of bare feet over the wood floors made him look up, though he didn't show much interest as to what his roommate was possibly doing. He hadn't gotten to know Daniel much, but he had already decided the guy was a freak. Because Anthony is not at all judgmental. Who said freaks were bad?
"Shut up, I'm trying to do stuff over here~!" His voice is laced with exaggerated exasperation. If he missed a even little detail regarding Poe's start up...
WHERE: Their dorm
WHEN: Saturday, July 21. In the afternoon.
WHY: Well Anthony just wants to surf the web, but apparently his dorm mate has other ideas.
It had been a long and obnoxious week, and Anthony was eager to finally put his laptop to some use. Such neglect. After all, he had just received it yesterday after it's days of repair, and the poor thing definitely required some much-needed attention.
He unceremoniously threw himself upon the sofa, taking the whole thing up as he lied horizontally across it's surface. The teen gingerly flipped the monitor up and gave it a short once-over, but not even a second flies as he makes a curt sound of disgust; dust. Anthony quickly reached into his pocket for his lime green microfiber cloth - he basically carried it everywhere - and rubbed the black screen clean using only the pressure of his thumb. Satisfied, he pushed the start up button and finally waited.
The patter of bare feet over the wood floors made him look up, though he didn't show much interest as to what his roommate was possibly doing. He hadn't gotten to know Daniel much, but he had already decided the guy was a freak. Because Anthony is not at all judgmental. Who said freaks were bad?
"Shut up, I'm trying to do stuff over here~!" His voice is laced with exaggerated exasperation. If he missed a even little detail regarding Poe's start up...