1st cup (Espresso)

[insontissolis]

{He'll just be leaning against his door frame with a cup of espresso in his hand (the machine is still hot on the top of his dresser). He has no interest in visiting others' rooms even if his is entirely unpacked and set up. He figures that he will meet them soon enough in classes or in whatever those ridiculous ice breakers that have mandatory

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[italianthunder]

[Too busy exploring to notice, and his mp3 player is turned up so he's not really paying attention to anything.]

[insontissolis]

{Tripping you too. People should pay more attention.}

[italianthunder]

[And he falls flat on his face with a manly shriek, getting to his knees and holding a hand to his face.]

O-ow...

[insontissolis]

{Watching you, trying not to laugh.}

[italianthunder]

[After checking his nose to make sure it wasn't bleeding (which it wasn't), he turned his head, settling to pout.]

What was that for?

[insontissolis]

Existing.

[italianthunder]

Geh...

[Great. First day and you've already annoyed someone by merely existing. Good job, Lambo.]

Yeah? Well...you...you're a bastard!

[insontissolis]

[Just have a look.}

[italianthunder]

[Returning that look with one of his own B| though far less intimidating.]

[insontissolis]

{So unimpressive Lambo.}

[italianthunder]

[He wilts after a bit, returning to pout at you.]

[insontissolis]

{He doesn't care.}