[h2][center][color=00746b]Aiden Langford[/color][/center][/h2] [center][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/10G8QvtUCfM7ny/giphy.gif[/img][/center] [center][b]Interacting with:[/b] Damien Ramkin [@Scallop][/center][hr][hr] Aiden was starting to get used to his new apartment. It didn't smell of apples and cinnamon like his old one did, but he welcomed the clean, odorless scent as a good change of pace. It was better than the sweaty grime that he was used to when he shared a room with his brother and he appreciated his new roommate for that. [i][color=00746b]"Waking up with all of the blankets is also nice,"[/color][/i] he thought, perhaps trying too hard to look at his break up in a positive light. The warmth of the blanket made him reluctant to get up. So instead, he reached for his phone and began to scroll down on some of random social media app. He instantly regretted his decision when he stumbled upon a picture of his ex with his friend Tyler. He was tempted to throw the phone at the wall, but instead dropped it on the bed beside him. He then tossed the cover off of himself and did his morning routine, trying not to let too many little things remind him of Val. Once he was somewhat presentable, wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, he poured himself a bowl of cereal. As he mindlessly ate the bowl of off-brand Frosted Flakes, he realized that it was Sunday. He finally has a day off. No more packing, moving, and unpacking. No school because it's the weekend. The library was also closed on Sundays. And there he was. Finally alone with his thoughts. [color=00746b]"Shit."[/color] He quickly finished his breakfast and washed the dishes. He needed to get out and do something, meet people, or whatever. If he was lucky, his roommate would be somewhere down the hall. He had never gotten the chance to talk to his roommate beyond the basic introductions and house rules. Aiden hoped that he didn't seem rude but he had been on auto-pilot mode for the past couple of weeks. He slipped into his sneakers, and made it out the door. Of course, not forgetting to lock it after. He then saw a familiar mop of dark hair and called out, [color=00746b]"Damien!"[/color] He quickened his pace to catch up with his roommate. [color=00746b]"H-how's it going, man? Sorry we never got to talk. I've been busy... You know how it is."[/color] He slid both his hands into his jean pockets and hoped that he didn't come across as weird as he thought he did. He forgot how hard it was to meet people. Like in the wild.