Room 413 | Evening | Friday | July 8

[tripledmyself]

Nathan hadn't had class since yesterday so he was starting on his nice, long weekend right now. It was kind of a fucking shame he hadn't done a goddamn thing with his now single room, using laziness as a convenient excuse. But today, he thought he'd finally be productive. After all, he had two beds, two desks, two of everything and he figured he

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[dabblinginbitch]

Ramona was bored as hell, as it happened, and tempted as she was to just dye her hair another color, she decided to stop killing her lovely tresses and instead sent a text.

bored. give me a reason not to be.

Sure, she could walk upstairs, but she had to find out whether he was even home first.

[tripledmyself]

i am not your fucking monkey, Nathan sent back, pushing the desks together and looking them over with a critical eye. you could dye your hair or some shit, right?

[dabblinginbitch]

thought about it, she replied, wondering if she should be flattered he knew her that well or disgusted that she was so predictable. only been green for like a week, tho. what are you doing? i could dye *yours*.

[tripledmyself]

smoking. Come on, that was just a given. rearranging my room since i've got aaaaaaall this space now. haven't figured out what i'm gonna do with it all yet.