[h2][color=003471] Steven Rite [/color][/h2]
[h3][color=003471] Comet Dormitory [/color][/h3]
Steven didn't really have much to do, and he liked it that way. He sat at his desk, headphones in, blasting every Tool album, in order, at full volume. He had been working on the same drawing for what seemed like the past hour, frustrated by the utter hatred he had for drawing animals.[color=003471]"Why did i think this was a good idea?"[/color] Steven muttered to himself, while resting his forehead in his right hand and looking down at the pitiful excuse for realism. He had given himself a challenge, and wasted an hour failing at it, at least, that is what he felt. He sighed, ripping the pitiful drawing of a dog off the desk, crumpling it up, and tossing it into a small trashcan, nearly filled to the brim with reminders that Steven Rite couldn't draw dogs.

Steven took his phone off of his desk, where it lay playing the "sultry" sounds of Maynard, and turned off the music. For a while, he had been curious of who he would be matched with, but with the lack of any word about it, he had begun to lose hope. Though, Steven was confused as to why he was losing hope in it, as he had thought he had no interest in it in the first place. [color=6ecff6]'Maybe I'm just curious? Yea, that's it, just curious.'[/color] He thought to himself, while pacing around in complete silence. Steven didn't want to dwell on it to long, and so, he decided he needed some fresh air. He swiftly cleaned up his desk, aimed a few choice words at the trashcan of discontent, and left.