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[sup][color=olive][b][u]L[/u]OCATION:[/b][/color] Dorm (4-G) → On the way to Dorm (4-I)[/sup]
[sup][color=olive][b][u]I[/u]NTERACTION:[/b][/color] “the clingy one” via text [@lovely complex]; “dickface” via text [@McHaggis]; "puddy tat" via text [@HalfOfLancelot]; Atticus Caeser [@Viciousmarrow][/sup][/center][hr][hr]

Oh fucking [i]hell no[/i]. Honey’s roommate (or at least that’s who Honey assumed he was, because he was presently in this apartment – though, in the second Honey has been in his presence, it wouldn’t be that far off to assume he broke in and is a sociopath but whatever) was very much a hulking stalking intimidating giant of a man and the small fragile Honey didn’t appreciate it one bit. Honey couldn’t tell if this [i]Sanguine Son[/i] (anyone who nicknames themselves something ‘dark’ and ‘mysterious’ becomes eighty percent more pathetic than they were before – and Honey downright refuses to adhere to such stupidity) was joking or not, but he was steadily starting to hate his life more and more. It was only when a knife was pulled out that Honey realized his typical silence wouldn’t resolve such a situation.

[color=darkolivegreen]“I, uh, er…[i]appreciation[/i] your consideration and all, but, um, that won’t be necessary.”[/color] Honey mumbled, sitting up on his bed and cursing his inability to talk without filler words. Honey fidgeted, jumbling his hands into his shirt and bouncing his leg once he scooted to the edge. [color=darkolivegreen]“Um, thanks, though.”[/color]

There was an awkward beat in which Honey messed with his phone, refusing to look up at his roommate. He felt a bit pathetic, pretending to text someone when his fingers just tapped uselessly above the touch keyboard – to be quite honest, his roommate probably could tell. He was just about to throw his phone across his bed, giving up the charade and facing the music, when a vibration tingled his palm.

[quote][center][b]From: [color=#FBEC5D]the clingy one[/color][/b]
[color=#FBEC5D]How’s ur guys rooming situation? Bad as mine? [color=brown]💩[/color][/color]
[/center][/quote]

[i]Oh[/i], so now she texts Honey back – though her timing is impeccable, it would’ve also been appreciated ten or so minutes ago. At least now Honey had a legitimate text to send.

[quote][center][b]To: [color=#FBEC5D]the clingy one[/color][/b]
[color=darkolivegreen]dont use that emoji[/color][/center][/quote]

Honey frowned once he sent the text. He really didn’t care to text out his roommate situation but if he didn’t answer he might be hounded about it – that sounded exhausting. Honey groaned in aggravation because socialization was so fucking hard and not worth it. Times were much simpler when it was just Ronny Honey had to care about. Ronny would never do him wrong like this.

[quote][center][b]To: [color=#FBEC5D]the clingy one[/color][/b]
[color=darkolivegreen]my roommate is okay
hes v supportive of my aspirations and jams
*dreams
fcking autocorrect[/color][/center][/quote]

Speaking of Ronny, the Angel sent from Heaven vibrated his phone and at this point, Honey was absorbed into the technology in his hand, ignoring his roommate’s whereabouts. Ronny was a blessing in disguise – honestly, it’s like he could read Honey’s mood. Hunter’s lip quirked down at the message, eyes glittering down on it like it was his own personal Bible.

[quote][center][b]From: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color][/b]
[color=de3b49]Wanna test out the flat screen in my dorm's living room? I can hack into a Netflix account and we can binge Friends... while potentially getting high on pot brownies before the big Spartan Race. That sounds like a good idea right?[/color][/center][/quote]

[quote][center][b]To: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color][/b]
[color=darkolivegreen]pls. my life is so hard. friends and pot sounds A+[/color][/center][/quote]

God, what did Honey deserve to have such a great friend? Pot and Netflix? Nothing has ever sound better in his life, and that’s not even counting the [i]brownies[/i] part of the situation. After the summer, it was good to have some time with Ronny too. Honey missed their peaceful silences and there’s been too much noise and people lately – chilling and high with no one but good ole’ Ronny sounded like a Good Time™. 

[quote][center][b]From: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color], [color=f37822]dickface[/color][/b]
[color=white][b]PT:[/b][/color] [color=de3b49]Room 4 - I the door should be unlocked. That’ll take a little. I can probs have it fixed in 30 minutes tops. No promises I won’t go crazy on the upgrades though. [color=brown]💩[/color][/color][/center][/quote]

Fuck No. Fuck fuck fuck fuckety fuck fuck. This was supposed to be a chill. Ronny and Honey, Ultimate Best Friends, just chilling with pot brownies and Netflix and silence. Why the fuck. God damnit. Zeus, why? This is Ceil’s fault – if she had texted Honey sooner, he would have been distracted in his loving car, he wouldn’t have gone inside in a stuffy elevator, met his insane roommate, and agreed to Good Time™ in which a Laurel Price would be involved. God damnit, Cecily. God. Damnit. 

[quote][center][b]To: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color], [color=f37822]dickface[/color][/b]
[color=darkolivegreen]wtf why is laurel fcking price invited[/color][/center][/quote]

[quote][center][b]From: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color], [color=f37822]dickface[/color][/b]
[color=white][b]DI:[/b] [/color][color=f37822]Im always inv honey[/color][/center][/quote]

Someone had it out for him – is it because he punched that alligator that one time? He honest to god didn’t mean to – and this was obviously a punishment or a lesson or whatever the Gods call it nowadays. Whatever it is he did, Honey had pretty much dug his grave so he might as well get high while laying in it plus his roommate is fucking crazy and might try to kill him. 

Honey hopped from his bed and inched out into the hallway, texting out a quick reply so Ronny knew how displeased he was despite coming over. Best friend his ass.

[quote][center][b]To: [color=de3b49]puddy tat[/color], [color=f37822]dickface[/color][/b]
[color=darkolivegreen]ffs im omw this pot better be good[/color][/center][/quote][/color]