The usual chaotic life Mash lived was nowhere to be seen. Today was a rare occurrence; a calm day, where things just seemed peaceful. It was a nice time to recharge from the now normal mess things were, from classes, to trouble he'd manage to get dragged into. Mash was a quiet roommate most of the times. He broke the door...a lot, but he always looked so apologetic, you really couldn't stay mad at him, no one could. So, today you decided to write a letter back home. The owl waiting patiently outside the window, pecking the glass now and again. Minutes passed and Mash grew curious. His hands resting on the chair as he peeked over your shoulder. "Whatcha doing," he questioned with his usual flat tone despite his curiosity.