Damien had just finished unpacking the last of his things into his dorm room. And by last, that meant the contents of one large cardboard box with notables such as - a photo album, a set of little dragon statues, (he can't quite remember where he got those from, but they look like a typical garage sale purchase) one of those tall blue-green lava lamps, a few bean bag cushions, and some other trinkets that serve no purpose. Everything else was still boxed up and pushed to the corner of his room. He'd deal with those later - probably. 

He really wanted to crawl into bed right now and sleep through the rest of the day - he had a nagging headache and all this unpacking wasn't helping - but he also wanted to see what Rhea was up to. This school was way larger than he thought it was going to be and he knew he was going to get lost trying to find his dorm, and he was right. 

Pulling out his phone, he decided to text Rhea. He supposed that he could go wandering about like a lost puppy and someone would show him where she was, but he felt like that was a lot of effort that he didn't want to put in at the moment. 
[color=Thistle]"Hey." 
"Whre are u?" 
"*Where" 
"Pls respond"[/color]
He sent this all in the time span of five seconds and then proceeded to recheck his phone every other second to see if she had messaged him back.