Room 503, Thursday Afternoon

Atton was learning to deal with this whole having-a-roommate thing. (Actually, he'd dealt a while ago, since the girl in question didn't seem that bad and hadn't actually taken to peeing anywhere she shouldn't, but he was nothing if not someone who'd milk a reason to complain for as long as he could for several reason, some of which were actually practical-- but nobody needed to know about those.) So that was good - even if he still kind of missed having space to himself.

And sleeping in the nude. He was missing that one, too.

Right now, he had his feet propped up on his desk and his ass firmly planted on his chair. There was a stack of pazaak cards to his left he wasn't actually using, a bottle of totally-soda-really in his hand, and some delightfully offensively loud music (metal? they called it 'metal' here) blasting over the i-something-something he'd, uh, legally acquired the other day.

As far as Atton went, this was probably the most content you were ever going to see him.

[[ open door open post but slow 'cuz work. come entertain me. ]]