Anthony manspread himself over the couch and turned soccer on. Rain pattered on the window. Perfect day for the telly. Full moon wouldn’t be out for a bit so why not take a day for himself?

There was a soft patter a little down the hall. He came out of his room and looked incredibly tired. One shoulder of his shirt hung off of his body. Probably borrowed from Anthony. His roommate was pint sized, even though they were the same ripe of 19. Totally. They were both…totally 19.

“Welcome back to the land of living.” He said in a sing song voice. “I’m surprised that you’re awake at all.” He chuckled and turned back to the telly. What’s the point of having a dorm mate if you don’t poke fun at them all the time!?