[i]I was always the thoughts in these makings

Devising the designs of next while I held your forebears in my arms

I was on the longest path, and I thought through many a she

But in the low, and the alone, something changed

It was you

[center]My transgression against her was one of love and wonder

And we shared the thoughts

As we saw you on the cracked screens

But after you, she was gone, and the house bid me away

And I obliged[/center]

[right]I was never there, but I should have been

To see you become the now and long-while

But in the end, I will be gone as well

And you will stand over me, the before, with you, the soon

And you’ll wonder why[/right][/i]
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[h1][color=gray]Harmon Rottlage[/color][/h1]
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[indent][i]"WOULD ALL STUDENTS PLEASE PROCEED TO THE RECEPTION, IN ORDER TO BE ALLOCATED THEIR LIVING ARRANGEMENTS FOR THIS ACADEMIC YEAR. THANK YOU."[/i][/indent]
[center][h1]…[/h1][/center]
There wasn’t much left of the banquet after Ruben departed. Things seemed to leap by as Harmon stood there, wondering what to do next. But he didn’t need to, at the sounding of the instructions. He didn’t desire a roommate – the notion made him rather uncomfortable – but before the day had begun, Ruben had told him that his normal sleeping quarters (a storage closet) would be occupied by new supplies. So he would have to face the action for this year. He was resentful, but it didn’t show.

He kept his hood up and his camera tucked close as the line progressed. Some eyed him, but by now, the shock of his appearance had died down plenty. Which he was thankful for. Eventually, he was the next one present at the front of the congregation. The receptionist merely nodded and handed him his key. “Your roommate for this year will be Mason Crawford.” She said to him.

[sub][color=gray]“Mason…”[/color][/sub] Harmon muttered in a hush, clutching his key. [sub][color=gray]“Mason… Crawford…”[/color][/sub]

He turned away from the desk and made his way back through the crowd, repeating his new roommate’s name in his head all the while.

He had the sinking suspicion he wasn’t going to enjoy this.

Time will tell if he’s right or wrong. 
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[@Tyler]