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 .E.l.i.j.a.h. Grant R o s e
Elijah blinked, not really sure what she had needed the phone for. He did happen to overhear the girl's name... and he stored it away for future use. But other than that he didn't recognize any of the conversation. He shrugged to himself, and accepted the phone, saying "Ah, no problem," and flashing her a quick, forced smile. "Well... I'll see you around, then." Elijah turned away, slipping his phone back into his pocket and then into his other pocket to get his key. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to this particular person, as she had caught him just in the process of opening his dorm and getting settled away. But... Elijah wasn't the rude type, so he had a sheepish expression on his face and turned back to her. "I don't mean to completely... not talk to you but I just got here and I need to put my shi-.. err, stuff away first." Elijah inwardly made a face at himself. He never caught himself for using "bad" words, but for some reason this time he had. It was weird.
Elijah half-waved and turned back to his dorm, finally managing to take the key out of his pocket and insert it into the lock, turning it with a flick of his wrist. He then pushed it open and headed into the dorm, not looking back to see whether the girl had gone or not. Elijah's first impression of the dorm wasn't very spectacular. He regarded the room with a dull, rather bored expression. A room was a room to him, and as long as he had a comfy place to sleep, enough room for his belonging and a roommate that would stay the hell away from his stuff, he was good. Hmm... I don't have a roommate yet, it seems. Elijah didn't mind much, it was quieter and more private... easier to write, if he was being honest. But as well, sometimes it was easier to get inspiration from talking to another person... so really the situation was a little win-lose. In any case, all wasn't lost and there was still the posibility of a room mate. Elijah set his laptop bag down on the bed he decided was going to be his, slung his other bag onto the floor and let go of his suitcase. The black-haired male then began to unpack, not bothering to shut the door. Daaamn, I want a smoke, he thought suddenly. I'll have to get one when I'm done in here. That decided, he continued unpacking, hoping to get it done quickly.
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