Potential Rommates? [Antosha]

[Kelly Thompson]

Kelly hadn't really known what he was going to do with his life after Hammel. The thought of moving back to Montreal was often one plan that came to mind. However, he started considering staying around Pilot Ridge more seriously when he saw an ad for a roommate. It sounded pretty nice, and the guy requesting a roommate sounded pretty chill from the description.

With no definite plan for after school, Kelly decided he should at least give the idea of hanging around a shot. So when he first saw the ad he noted the number. Now after school and business hours, Kelly dialed. He could only hope the person would answer and be willing to at least consider Kelly.

"Hello?" The Canadian spoke into the phone.

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha had spent his day, when not at Hammel, clearing out the second bedroom. Ever since Mathis had posted the ad he figured it would better if the person (however it would be) saw an actual room and not just a mass of art projects and supplies hastily thrown about. The heavy plastic on the floor might be slightly off putting as well, actually.

The Russian was in the midst of lugging out another rather large canvas painting when his phone went off. Glancing at it in a kind of dispassionate grin, he realized he had no idea who was calling him. So! Had to be about the room.

"Da? Antosha speaking." he responded, his deep voice vibrating in his chest with his own (minor) joy.

[Kelly Thompson]

Kelly was glad that a, rather deep, voice answered his call. The greeting was a little business like, as if expecting a co-working to answer, but he didn't mind. They didn't know one another after all. "Hello." He said again, this time as a greeting instead of a question.

"My name's Kelly Thompson, and I'm calling about the ad for the room." He started to introduce himself, then paused to let Antosha speak if he wanted to.

[Antosha Vikenti]

A younger voice than what Antosha really wanted responded over the phone, but the Russian tried to push back the urge to immediately reject the male. Some people just had young voices, after all. He smiled at the introduction, holding the phone to his ear via his shoulder so he could continue transporting the painting he held in his hands.

"Ah! Hullo Kelly, you would be wanting to look to rent it? Are you eighteen?" he continued, asking the question as more of an after thought. It's not as if Antosha was actually worried about what age person he let live with him, he would just rather avoid awkward situations and (possibly) the cops.

[Kelly Thompson]

"Yes, I would like to rent the room." The Canadian answered. It wasn't like he was prank calling the guy.

He paused a moment before answering the second question. All of last year he was so used to saying that he was seventeen. He had to stop a moment and confirm that he was in fact eighteen to himself. It didn't help that phones had a way of messing with voices. He probably sounded much younger than he actually was. "Yeah, I'm eighteen. I'll be graduating from high school this year, is that alright with you?"

[Antosha Vikenti]

Antosha raised an eyebrow at the other's pause. Pauses usually didn't mean something positive since people liked to take time to think up a lie or something similar. But he smiled anyway as he continued carrying his painting, glaring down at the cat the continued to get underfoot of him. "Da. What high school will you be graduating from?" he asked casually, though it was kind of an important question to the shifter. He hadn't added 'need to be a meta' requirement to his ad because, well, that probably would have been a bad thing to just blatantly say out in the open. Might attract some really weird people. "And... Ah..." he started before trailing off, trying to remember some of the other requirements. "Do you have any plans for after high school?"