(Not so) Happy Hello (Dorm 506 Residents)

[Andreas Ivaring]

Well, it was inevitable, he supposed. There was that glimmer of hope in his mind that he could at least know who he was being placed with, or have some sort of say. In the defense of whoever was responsible for this, though, he'd probably just wind up being placed alone. He was a judgmental person. And if everybody in the school knew it at this point, good for them, it'd encourage them to tread lightly instead of getting up in his face and speaking ten miles faster than their mind could reasonably process. He had a plan laid out in his mind, for when he entered. No doubt they were warned ahead of time, and would want to greet him. (Ugh.)

He had everything in one trip. A few cases for clothes, his messenger bag for school related things, and one more case for his heavy collection of books. He followed the doors. Five-oh-one. It was a few more doors down, and part of him just wanted to sleep outside in protest. Five-oh-two. Still no excitement, no drive. Three, four, five... He turned at the next door, it was a signal that he was there, the lack of clicking in the case wheels. He took a deep breath, and opened the door. Casually waving at his roommates, he busied himself with unpacking, instead.

He didn't even take long to survey the place or see what anyone else had or was doing. Instead, he folded a large collection of regular white crew neck t-shirks, a couple of jackets, many pairs of dark pants. He wasn't going to even go on requesting that they don't touch his things, they actually /seemed/ old enough. Though, if most of the student body was any indication, that really didn't mean anything, and he'd probably have to run over it in a few minutes, anyways.

"I'm Andreas." He decided to disclose.

"And, obviously, I was transferred here because the students in the other dorm didn't like me so much. So." The next bag he opened were his books. And they were large, thick ones. Bricks of paper bound by felt, or leather. Anything from the Lord of the Rings to the works of Nietzsche, to historical accounts of many figures, like Charlemagne or Gaius Julius Caesar. He even brought a few board games along, lined at the bottom. Strategies, mostly.

He didn't stop to give them his full attention, he'd talk to them as they spoke, but that was about it for now. Socializing with new people wasn't exactly on his list of skills or priorities.

[Christopher Suzuki]

The news of another roommate transferring over to room 506 wasn't something Chris really wanted to hear. He didn't like his current roommate, an overly friendly guy who seemed to enjoy speaking Japanese to him. Having to share a dorm with yet another meta wasn't something he'd look forward to. He didn't even know the kid yet, and frankly he didn't care to get to know him. Hopefully they could just co-exist with out too many awkward moments of running into each other.

In the mean time before the fated arrival of the new roommate, Chris kept to himself in his room. A pair of headphones hanging around his neck were blasting at full volume a playlist titled Japanese Songs. His lips moved to the lyrics silently to a song by Arashi. His eyes were focused on a book and flicked across the pages as he read. Frankly, he was glad the new guy hadn't shown up yet, nor that Akira had bothered him so far. Maybe he could finally get this particular chapter for once. Every time he did try to get farther along, he'd barely get any further than a page or two due to interruptions. 

Low and behold though, right as he turned the page and saw the line break for a new chapter, he heard the door outside open. He sighed, of course there would be such timing. After marking his page and pausing his music, Christopher peaked his head out of his room to see an unfamiliar kid and roommate from here on out. He waved back to the blonde and greeted him with a small "Hey."

He exited his room to watch the fellow meta, who revealed his name to be Andreas, start unpacking in his own room. He crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame of Andreas' room. "I'm Christopher. So now you're here." He looked over the things the kid was pulling out. A good amount of books were in his possession. That was one thing Chris couldn't complain about. Reading was a quiet activity so that was always a plus.

He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and looked back at Andreas. "What exactly is it you do?"

[Akira Koizumi]

Akira had been moving about in the dorm. They were getting a new roommate and Akira was buzzing with excitement. He wanted to in Chris’ room to share his excitement, but Akira knew that Chris wasn’t exactly the friendliest person. Akira paced around the dorm before finally go to his room.

Maybe if he could find something to distract himself until the new roomie comes. He got out his art things. He used his powers to manipulate the ink. Akira got absorb into his artwork. Chris must of have been happy that Akira wasn’t bugging him again.

Akira was so into his art that he didn’t noticed how much time had passed. It wasn’t until the door to the dorm had open did Akira realized what time it was. He happily scampered out of his room to greet his new roomie.

The new roommate introduced himself as Andreas. Andreas explained why he transferred rooms. He didn’t seem too happy about the whole situation. Then again, Akira would have been kind of bummed switching dorms if his roommates didn’t want him.

Akira was impressed that Mr. Sunshine came to greet Andreas. Akira thought that it was rude for Chris to ask what powers Andreas has so bluntly and out of the blue. Time to change the mood.

“I’m Akira. Nice to meet you, Andreas-san. Welcome to the dorm. Hopefully we can all get along and be friends.” Akira gave Andreas a great big, bright, friendly smile.

[Andreas Ivaring]

"Andreas-San?" He asked, almost in disbelief. He knew people here kind of fit to a trope, but /this/ guy? He shook his head, continuing to unpack for a few more moments, trying to just process that one. This guy was already just so infuriatingly /annoying/ to him. He just pinched the bridge of his nose, not wasting any time with this bubbly, bright piece of work.

Maybe answering Christopher's question, he just rose a finger.

"Andreas, it's Andreas. Not Andreas-san or kun or... Just don't. We're not in Tokyo or in an anime." The way he dictated that was nothing but stern and mean. He didn't know this person, who could have very well been a homeless shelter volunteer or an organ donor or something.

"If you mean my power." He added, responding to the other person. "It's not too exciting. I see auras spill off of you that tell me how you're feeling, I can read them to a tee." They subscribed from basic emotions to slightly expanded versions of those emotions, like Angry or Frustrated. "It's boring as shit and frankly, I don't need training in it."

The side-effect from its over-usage wasn't even a big deal, all he had to do was limit himself, less than ten minutes. He could time it vaguely in his head, and he never really needed to utilize it for a long time straight.

"How about you?"

[Christopher Suzuki]

Christopher rolled his eyes as Akira quickly joined the party. Of course he'd jump at chance to be the happy-go-lucky welcoming comity. The younger Japanese boy honestly wondered if he'd ever stop smiling, it was almost disgusting.

A smirk came across Chris' face as Andreas began to correct Akira on his name. He didn't seem fond of honorifics, and Chris couldn't blame him. He was right, they weren't in Japan so there was no need to use Japanese etiquette. Still smirking, he glanced over to Akira. "Told you not to say stuff like that." He was pretty glad Andreas didn't like it instead of just ignorantly going along with it.

"Yes, I mean your power... So we're pretty much mood rings to you. Great, nothing will explode in here." Other than wanting to know whether or not a roommate will somehow affect him, be it explosion, mind control, or things like that, Chris really didn't care all that much about what power Andreas had. If he was a human mood ring to the blonde then so be it.

Chris saw that question coming. It was inevitable if he asked first. What was his power? The dumbest thing ever. He could shift into a vending machine. Nothing exciting about that, and nothing to be proud of either. Maybe he'd actually be okay with being a meta if his power turned out to be actually useful. "I'm just a shape shifter." He didn't bother to elaborate. Andreas wanted to know the power, so he told him... Just not in detail. Even his side-effects were not much more than aches and a hankering for coke. "Not as exciting as it sounds really."

His gaze went to Akira. It was his turn to share now since the two younger boys already disclosed their powers.

[Akira Koizumi]

Akira’s smile faulted a little when Andreas quickly shot him down for using –san. And of course Akira knew that Chris got satisfaction from somebody else shooting down Akira. Today was Akira’s lucky day. Instead of just the one Mr. Sunshine, now he has to deal with two of them. “Okay,” Akira nodded his head in acknowledgement.

He regained his smile as his two roommates got to know each other a little bit. It wasn’t the friendliest atmosphere in the air, but all three were getting along, kind of. The whole situation could have had been a lot worst.

“I have ink manipulation.” Akira wanted to add that his power was pretty cool, but he didn’t. His two roommates were not too fond of theirs. Akira wanted to make a good impression with Andreas and didn’t want to give Chris another reason for him to dislike Akira.

“I hope you will feel comfortable here, Andreas.”