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Characters: Russel Tringham, Huey Freeman
Location: Their room
Summary: Russel is such a sensitive individual. The new living situation will be quite harmonious. And if you believe this, I've got some water to sell you in the Gulf.
Warnings: Racefail! Cursing! Get out your Bingo cards, because you might just get a Coverall on this thread. This will be awesome.
Russel didn't really mind having a new roommate. If he had to face Fletcher every moment of the day, he might just completely break down. And this kid seemed alright.
One afternoon, after classes let out, Russel left the library, and headed back to his room. He heard the thud of someone blasting music, and frowned. Didn't anyone have any kind of decency anymore? If he found the owner of that room, he was going to give him a piece of his mind. Or fist. Whatever seemed more effective at the time.
But he soon found the source of the noise. It was coming from his room. His frown turned into a full scowl. He was definitely not in the mood for this shit.
He let himself in, made a beeline for the stereo, and yanked out the cord from the outlet. "Would you not blast this trash? Some of us have work to do," he snapped, glaring at his roommate from behind his bangs.
Location: Their room
Summary: Russel is such a sensitive individual. The new living situation will be quite harmonious. And if you believe this, I've got some water to sell you in the Gulf.
Warnings: Racefail! Cursing! Get out your Bingo cards, because you might just get a Coverall on this thread. This will be awesome.
Russel didn't really mind having a new roommate. If he had to face Fletcher every moment of the day, he might just completely break down. And this kid seemed alright.
One afternoon, after classes let out, Russel left the library, and headed back to his room. He heard the thud of someone blasting music, and frowned. Didn't anyone have any kind of decency anymore? If he found the owner of that room, he was going to give him a piece of his mind. Or fist. Whatever seemed more effective at the time.
But he soon found the source of the noise. It was coming from his room. His frown turned into a full scowl. He was definitely not in the mood for this shit.
He let himself in, made a beeline for the stereo, and yanked out the cord from the outlet. "Would you not blast this trash? Some of us have work to do," he snapped, glaring at his roommate from behind his bangs.