Laios had unrealistic hopes going into dorm life. He’d always had struggles with making friends around his age, even when he was younger. He often found that people did not like to be around someone who would only ever talk about dragons and unicorns, the food chain, the innate intimacy of hunting and eating, and can’t grasp subtle, nonverbal social cues like any other person.

His hopes? That he could make a new friend this way. Silly thought, sure, but it was close to a last resort for him. His social life had stunted since he met Marcille, who he only really met because she was friends with his sister. He had met some people, but they were mostly older than him, and went as fast as they came. They had priorities to keep up with, not Laios’ overexcitement.

Laios had his side of the dorm room already set up. It was rather cramped, but it would make do for him. He had all his dragon figurines on the top shelf of his wardrobe, all his graphic tees hung up with his jackets, his laptop plugged in on the desk in the middle of the room… all he’s really gotta do now is wait for his roommate’s arrival.

Laios hums, leaning back in his bed, mindlessly tapping his fingers together. He checks his phone, adjusts his figurines, redoes his bed, all to distract himself from the undoubtable nervousness building in his stomach as he waits. God, what if they hate him? What if they enter the room and are immediately disappointed at the sight of him? He’s gotta make a good first impression.

Laios’ in the middle of checking his laptop battery when the door to the room opens, and he lifts his head. They’re finally here. He doesn’t really know what to say at first, he’s afraid of saying something wrong, so he gives a wave and a polite smile.