Setting
Noah scowled at the bitter woman before taking his key and making his way to his room. Upon his arrival he was satisfied with his room, especially with the fact that it provided clothes as he didn't bring many with him. He started unpacking his few things, before his attention was brought to his roommate who..didn't exactly give off the best first impression. Needless to say he probably didn't either, but still he wondered if he would get along with the guy drawing on the walls..
He cleared his throat before continuing, "Uh...hey," he said, somewhat silently at first, before proceeding. "I'm Noah Marx, and you are?" He asked, having not listened to a word the old hag said save for his room number. After asking, he continued unpacking his things, there wasn't a need for his focus to be entirely on this person's name, he could listen while unpacking.
He didn't care all too much how pleasurable this school experience would be or whether or not he'd make friends, all he really cared about was his family's safety, so if he had to room with a guy who drew on the walls, he would go through with it any day.
"Well, if you had listened to the woman, and apparently you didn't, you'd know that my name is John Mortimer."
He said, not bothering to have looked at Noah, and instead continued to draw the lines. His tone, however, held not a hint of arrogance, it was just a dull monotone. Now that the pictures are up, it becomes clear that he's making connections, similar to the guardsmen when they try to solve an investigation. His cloak lays neatly folded on his bed, and underneath he wears a loose white shirt and blue pants.
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