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Michael had to admit, he was actually a little disappointed when he stuck his last poster onto the wall and his roomie [i]still[/i] hadn't arrived yet. He'd been hoping that she'd come in, see the weebshit plastered over half the room, and it'd be a nice conversation starter. But nope, nothing. It was almost enough to make him feel as if he weren't wanted, but he quickly squished those thoughts down lest he wind up crawling on to the mattress he'd already removed from the top bunks frame and dragged to his weeb side beneath the window, and cry himself to sleep.

This would without a doubt be a bad way to start his quest for friendship, so he disregarded that idea entirely. Instead, he moved on to plan B. Instead of moping around in the dorm room, he'd wander out into the common room and start making conversation with whoever he saw in there. You know, like [i]normal[/i] people would. And hey, his roommate would have to wander through there at [i]some[/i] point if she wanted to get to their room, so unless she planned to climb through the window, which was badass and he actively encouraged but that was besides the point, chances were they'd end up meeting in there anyway.

Once he'd made it to his classes gathering spot, he quickly noticed that no one fitting the description of Amalia Stark, which at this point was just 'is most likely a female' was there. He [i]did[/i] notice two other guys in there. He wasn't sure if they'd noticed [i]each other[/i] yet, but he [i]was[/i] pretty sure he was about to remedy that.

[color=#F9EB7E]"Hey guys! I guess you're both my classmates, huh?"[/color] He said happily, as well as maybe a just [i]a little[/i] too loudly, as he walked over to one of them, who he wasn't [i]quite[/i] sure, but he may or may not have had a tail... But he was getting distracted. He'd wait until after his introduction to bring it up. [color=#F9EB7E]"I'm Michael Wilson, son of the universally beloved and definitelynotatallwidelyhated [i]Wade[/i] Wilson! Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm going to take a wild shot and say that neither of you are Amalia Stark, right?"[/color]

Just standing next to them, he could already see that he was shorter than both of them, a fact he begrudgingly accepted. They seemed like the kind of people who were nice enough not to mention it though. At least, he [i]thought[/i] they did. From the five second read he got from them by seeing them from across the room.