Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20160408213713/@comment-3991308-20160411050524

Bas could have hardly bothered to look up from his notes and work at the loud entry and door slam, but the demanding question prompted the guy to raise his head and frown.

"The hell is what?" he asked, in a neutral voice. "Can a guy study in peace? I've got a test next period."

He blinked, and quickly once-overed the guy staring him down. At first glance, he seemed pretty average. Not much he could read from first sight, aside from the strong build – the type that would probably beat him in a physical fight. In that case, Bas thought, punching should definitely be avoided. Noncomfortist? At a school where most people showed their importance and personality through clothing, the guy's plain, casual clothes seemed to determine so.

"Sit down," the diplomat offered, standing to pull up a seat next to him. If it wasn't obvious, he hadn't recognised the Yankee, having only known of the guy by name and reputation and never by face. "Unless you're going to do something incredibly annoying, say, throw yourself a rave party, then I don't see why we couldn't share the room."