*takes his guitar from the case and starts tuning*
You're gonna have to take your shirt off in front of me once in a while, y'know. Unless you're only going to change your clothes when I'm asleep or gone.
Sometime past 7, there is a terrible sound, like a cardboard box attacking a door attacking a cat.
Then, there is a box, in front of the door. It is an iMac, version the spiffiest, with neon purple plastic fittings. The box is labled 'Room 307, Here is your computer -?'. Inside the box is everything needed, including instructions and music software.
There is also a splatter of blood on the box and a tuft of fur on the iMac itself. Best not to ponder.
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Me, I'm cool with anything. Long as I have a bed and a pillow.
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. . . higher, I guess. Don't want to interupt the study periods and whatnot.
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Finally, I can unpack!
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Least the bathrooms aren't communal. I ain't takin off my shirt in front of no other dudes.
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*takes his guitar from the case and starts tuning*
You're gonna have to take your shirt off in front of me once in a while, y'know. Unless you're only going to change your clothes when I'm asleep or gone.
At some time later...
Then, there is a box, in front of the door. It is an iMac, version the spiffiest, with neon purple plastic fittings. The box is labled 'Room 307, Here is your computer -?'. Inside the box is everything needed, including instructions and music software.
There is also a splatter of blood on the box and a tuft of fur on the iMac itself. Best not to ponder.
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*blinks at the blood a few times, then sets about setting it up.*
Re: At some time later...
Expect a dramatic drop in the vermin population in your dormroom.