[Closed] People running 'round it's five o'clock
Characters: Allen (and Tim?), Derrick
Location: B13
Time: Late Saturday afternoon (after Allen's trip to the kitchen and Derrick getting swarmed by tiny!EBA)
Content: repressed angst buddies roommates meeting for the first time
Format: starting with third but either is good
Warnings: none
What a first day it had been so far... Derrick wasn't sure what to make of it all. He just arrived, and already it felt like his world flipped upside-down again. Telling himself he didn't care only went so far because he didn't expect to ever meet someone with those powers. And somehow, he met three. ... At least they sounded nice?
Derrick starred at the numbered keychain he was handed after checking in. B13... He was going to be staying in room thirteen? ... It was fine. If it stopped someone else, someone who was more superstitious, from staying in the room, then it was fine. It was just a number after all.
He twirled his key around once on his finger before shoving it the pocket of his hoodie and grabbed the handle to his rolling suitcase. His skateboard was nestled under his other arm. It didn't take him long to find his room, but he didn't reach for his key when he got there. The music told him that someone was already inside.
Derrick knocked twice on the door before calling out. "Hello?" He'd wait for the door to open in case his roommate was doing something.
Location: B13
Time: Late Saturday afternoon (after Allen's trip to the kitchen and Derrick getting swarmed by tiny!EBA)
Content: repressed angst buddies roommates meeting for the first time
Format: starting with third but either is good
Warnings: none
What a first day it had been so far... Derrick wasn't sure what to make of it all. He just arrived, and already it felt like his world flipped upside-down again. Telling himself he didn't care only went so far because he didn't expect to ever meet someone with those powers. And somehow, he met three. ... At least they sounded nice?
Derrick starred at the numbered keychain he was handed after checking in. B13... He was going to be staying in room thirteen? ... It was fine. If it stopped someone else, someone who was more superstitious, from staying in the room, then it was fine. It was just a number after all.
He twirled his key around once on his finger before shoving it the pocket of his hoodie and grabbed the handle to his rolling suitcase. His skateboard was nestled under his other arm. It didn't take him long to find his room, but he didn't reach for his key when he got there. The music told him that someone was already inside.
Derrick knocked twice on the door before calling out. "Hello?" He'd wait for the door to open in case his roommate was doing something.