[ AUDIENCE: MANDRICARDO ]

[dormheads]

Comments

[duranduel]

just for now i think. i mean i'm not some kind of crybaby

i'm just frustrated mostly

anyways you don't have to. i feel stupid for asking

[inaccordant]

Come over to Spring Dorm. You can use my room; no one else will have access, so you can take your time.

[duranduel]

what

really?

but its like. your ROOM isn't that too much

[inaccordant]

I don't need it right now, and I doubt you'd find much worth stealing.

[duranduel]

i would never steal anything you have my word!

but that's really nice of you

thank you

[inaccordant]

You don't need to thank me.
Then let me know when you're here and I'll open the dorm door for you.

[duranduel]

okay

i'll probably come up right now i'm nearby

i won't be long i promise

[inaccordant]

All right.

[duranduel]

[Annnd here he is, knocking....very timidly.]

H-hello?

[inaccordant]

[chad opens the door!]

You can knock harder than that, you know.

[but he steps back to let mandricardo in.]

Follow me.

[duranduel]

I don't want to be rude...

[But he nods, stepping in with a huff.]

Thanks again. For doin' this.

[inaccordant]

I said you don't need to thank me.

[but he'll lead mandricardo up to the third floor.

it's a studio room, sectioned into a mini kitchen, a bedroom area, and a bathroom. the room's done in the same style as the rest of the spring dorm.

it's also kind of a mess? the floor is littered with boxes—some closed, some still taped shut, and some open, revealing books and basics such as clothes—and piles of books, to the extent that you can roughly tell what paths chad takes through his room based on where you can walk unobstructed. there's not much else in the room otherwise, besides a bed, a desk, and a chair.]

[duranduel]

...I know.

[BINCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS??????]

[He gives it all a curious look, even as he's just kind of wandering through the box maze.]

...Lot of unpacking to do?

[inaccordant]

When I move out, it's easier if it's still in boxes to begin with.

[duranduel]

Are you...planning on moving out soon?

[inaccordant]

For once I'm no longer a Dorm Head. Not everything in those boxes are items I expect I'll need by then.

[duranduel]

I see. So you won't be one for much longer, then?

[inaccordant]

... Well, it depends. Hard to say what the future holds.

[duranduel]

...

What do you plan to do, when you're not Dorm Head?

[inaccordant]

... Is now the time to be thinking about that? With everything going on, it's better to focus on the present.

[duranduel]

...?

[JUST??]

[GESTURES AT THE BOXES???]

Is this thinkin' about the present?

[inaccordant]

I don't need their contents at the moment.

[duranduel]

And...what do you need?

[inaccordant]

Didn't you come here to cry?

[duranduel]

...

[He did, but...]

I-I guess, but I think I'm just kind of...too perplexed to cry like, right now? Maybe you should give me a few seconds...