The Interrogation Room
Who: Kankurou tauntstrings, Shikamaru cloudaddict
Where: The boys' dorm room.
When: Friday, September 14. Late-afternoon.
Warnings: Possibly language.
Keys jangled loudly as they were roughly pulled from the clip on the black belt. In retaliation, they refused to go all the way into the keyhole, content in unlocking the first peg from within the lock. Kankurou cursed quietly, shaking them furiously before both of them went inside and finally unlocked the door. The door swung silently forward before being stopped by the side of the closet next to it with a sharp slam.
Needless to say, the art major wasn't in a particularly good mood at the moment, but with reality banging on the door, there wasn't much to be happy about. Not to mention a new situation that had currently came up that involved his roommate who had lived with him for some time now, being all innocent and shit.
He held back the urge to shoot a glare towards Shikamaru's half of the room, but holding back that childish reaction, instead he took out his carton of smokes and flicked one out. After lighting it up with ease, Kankurou took a drag and exhaled, finding himself a seat on his bed. The only clue of what was going on in his head was just his continuous glances at the door and an impatient beat coming from his feet tapping against the tile floor.
Where: The boys' dorm room.
When: Friday, September 14. Late-afternoon.
Warnings: Possibly language.
Keys jangled loudly as they were roughly pulled from the clip on the black belt. In retaliation, they refused to go all the way into the keyhole, content in unlocking the first peg from within the lock. Kankurou cursed quietly, shaking them furiously before both of them went inside and finally unlocked the door. The door swung silently forward before being stopped by the side of the closet next to it with a sharp slam.
Needless to say, the art major wasn't in a particularly good mood at the moment, but with reality banging on the door, there wasn't much to be happy about. Not to mention a new situation that had currently came up that involved his roommate who had lived with him for some time now, being all innocent and shit.
He held back the urge to shoot a glare towards Shikamaru's half of the room, but holding back that childish reaction, instead he took out his carton of smokes and flicked one out. After lighting it up with ease, Kankurou took a drag and exhaled, finding himself a seat on his bed. The only clue of what was going on in his head was just his continuous glances at the door and an impatient beat coming from his feet tapping against the tile floor.