"Yes, that would be me." Atticus moved into the apartment, scrutinizing it. His expression was one of almost mild disgust, but in reality, that was just his face; smiling gave him a look as though he were pouting. When he turned to give his roommate that same sort of smile, he found him already walking away. Atticus took in a shallow breath and let it out fast, shoulders raising and dropping just before he put a foot up and moved after him.
The place was quite nice; he looked around and found it to be well above his expectations. He knew there were several rooms available, but didn't expect them to be quite so spacious. Atticus nodded slightly to convey his attention, his dark eyes still sweeping the room. Most of the rules made sense, save for the last. In response, Atticus only looked at Aerin. "That's fine."
He walked ahead, towards his room. He looked inside, leaning through the doorway, then nodded. "Very well." Atticus turned sharply to his roommate and yelped as his suitcase struck him, having bounced against the doorframe and knocked him square in the groin. He choked, freezing, and took another step inside. Usually he'd be giving the whole "please don't try and nickname me, I like my name" spiel by now, as he typically introduced himself to his peers, but instead he fell into the nearest seat, dropping his things and letting out a groan.
He leaned over his legs. Even folded in half, it was evident he was tall. His legs were rather long, so long that he had submitted to taking the bus to his new apartment rather than squeezing himself into the cabin of a moving truck, and when he folded them up now, his knees reached over his head. The blow of his suitcase actually hadn't seemed like much, but his suitcase was heavy, and his turn was quick. It felt like someone had pitched a baseball into his lap.
The place was quite nice; he looked around and found it to be well above his expectations. He knew there were several rooms available, but didn't expect them to be quite so spacious. Atticus nodded slightly to convey his attention, his dark eyes still sweeping the room. Most of the rules made sense, save for the last. In response, Atticus only looked at Aerin. "That's fine."
He walked ahead, towards his room. He looked inside, leaning through the doorway, then nodded. "Very well." Atticus turned sharply to his roommate and yelped as his suitcase struck him, having bounced against the doorframe and knocked him square in the groin. He choked, freezing, and took another step inside. Usually he'd be giving the whole "please don't try and nickname me, I like my name" spiel by now, as he typically introduced himself to his peers, but instead he fell into the nearest seat, dropping his things and letting out a groan.
He leaned over his legs. Even folded in half, it was evident he was tall. His legs were rather long, so long that he had submitted to taking the bus to his new apartment rather than squeezing himself into the cabin of a moving truck, and when he folded them up now, his knees reached over his head. The blow of his suitcase actually hadn't seemed like much, but his suitcase was heavy, and his turn was quick. It felt like someone had pitched a baseball into his lap.