Orion suddenly felt like he needed an adult.
"I-uh, thanks?" he blurted, caught off guard, eyes quickly darting at Tsugikuni in panic.
Jake stood there, the living, breathing embodiment of a shampoo commercial. "So, do you have a trust fund, or is 'influencer' your fallback career plan?" Orion murmured under his breath, momentarily mesmerized by the perfect sheen of Jake's hair.
Then Marcel, with an air of someone who might pen sonnets and vanquish foes in his spare time, entered the room. "Behold! The Prince of Dorm Number 3!" Orion announced dramatically in his head.
"Well, aren't you just the regal cherry on top of our roommate sundae?" Orion mused outwardly, raising an imaginary toast to Marcel's refined aura.
"Right, names!" Orion bounced back to reality. "I'm Orion, the man of many talents, few fears, and questionable fashion choices." He gave a theatrical bow.
"And this guy?" He pointed at Tsugikuni. "He's our broody swordsman. If our dorm becomes a crime scene, don't look at me, I've got an alibi!" Orion chuckled, nudging the teen playfully.
"Jake here is undercover royalty, plotting to bring back the kilometer! But seriously, don't mess with his wardrobe; it's a diplomatic incident waiting to happen."
"Ah, ground rules!" Orion continued, getting into his stride. "One: Daytime-only guests! We're scholars by day, roommates by night."
"Two: Cleanliness is next to godliness, and Marcel's our divine judge. Trust me, no one wants to face his wrath." Orion glanced appreciatively at Marcel, his eyes widening in mock fear.
"And three: Introducing... drumroll Orion's Taxi Service! Day 1 is on the house, and if you survive the trip, we'll discuss rates later!" He grinned mischievously, conjuring a miniature portal to the cafeteria.
"Any questions, comments, or desperate calls for help?" Orion concluded, eyes twinkling as if the stage were set for his debut stand-up comedy routine.
@Cryronn the Mudkip (Tsugikuni), @Void_Nugget (Jake), @MarcelGalliard790 (Marcel)
"I-uh, thanks?" he blurted, caught off guard, eyes quickly darting at Tsugikuni in panic.
Jake stood there, the living, breathing embodiment of a shampoo commercial. "So, do you have a trust fund, or is 'influencer' your fallback career plan?" Orion murmured under his breath, momentarily mesmerized by the perfect sheen of Jake's hair.
Then Marcel, with an air of someone who might pen sonnets and vanquish foes in his spare time, entered the room. "Behold! The Prince of Dorm Number 3!" Orion announced dramatically in his head.
"Well, aren't you just the regal cherry on top of our roommate sundae?" Orion mused outwardly, raising an imaginary toast to Marcel's refined aura.
"Right, names!" Orion bounced back to reality. "I'm Orion, the man of many talents, few fears, and questionable fashion choices." He gave a theatrical bow.
"And this guy?" He pointed at Tsugikuni. "He's our broody swordsman. If our dorm becomes a crime scene, don't look at me, I've got an alibi!" Orion chuckled, nudging the teen playfully.
"Jake here is undercover royalty, plotting to bring back the kilometer! But seriously, don't mess with his wardrobe; it's a diplomatic incident waiting to happen."
"Ah, ground rules!" Orion continued, getting into his stride. "One: Daytime-only guests! We're scholars by day, roommates by night."
"Two: Cleanliness is next to godliness, and Marcel's our divine judge. Trust me, no one wants to face his wrath." Orion glanced appreciatively at Marcel, his eyes widening in mock fear.
"And three: Introducing... drumroll Orion's Taxi Service! Day 1 is on the house, and if you survive the trip, we'll discuss rates later!" He grinned mischievously, conjuring a miniature portal to the cafeteria.
"Any questions, comments, or desperate calls for help?" Orion concluded, eyes twinkling as if the stage were set for his debut stand-up comedy routine.
@Cryronn the Mudkip (Tsugikuni), @Void_Nugget (Jake), @MarcelGalliard790 (Marcel)