Elliot, who was looking staring at the picture that he'd just lain on the dresser, tapped his fingers against the wood. The tapping seemed to echo in the room, there was hardly anything inside yet. Just when he was about to continue putting things away, he heard a noise behind him, shoes on the floor. He turned around rather abruptly, startled by the person who stood in front of him. 

He was clearly an athlete, obviously strong. If he had to guess, Elliot would say definately one of the more physically taxing sports, football, baseball, something like that. He could even tell that, not only was he an athlete, but that he was one of the rich students. He would've assumed that he'd be put with another kid from his economic class, but he was very wrong. The very presence of his, what seemed to be, roommate changed the atmosphere of the whole room. Immediately he felt much more small than he had. 

All Elliot wore was a beaten up beanie hat, a poor quality, blue, plaid, button-up, a pair of khakis, and some worn shoes that he'd had for the past few years. His feet didn't grow very much. Everything he owned was fading, and these were his dress clothes! If he didn't want to stand out, he knew he'd need to upgrade. And he definately was not going to stand out, that was never on his agenda. 

He focussed his attention back to the athlete. 

[color=6b3f07]"Oh, er... Hi, you must be my roommate, yeah?"[/color] Elliot's voice was was much shakier than usual.

[@King Tai]