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Demetri (Demy, to anyone who knew him) was never early. Unless of course he -wanted- to be early, which was usually only at the times no one else wanted him to be early.

Today was such a day.

"OhhhhHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh Z!"
The dragged out greeting was the only warning before said door flung open and the overly excitable Demy burst in.
"Whatcha do----whoa what the hell man?"
Head tilted, Demy stared down at the tape for a moment. ...A moment of silence, which was quite a rarity with him.
"...Dude I totally saw this in a movie once, what's the deal? Someone else sneak into our little dorm room or...?"

It was halfway through recounting the previous movie mentioned before Demy finally noticed the room he was addressing was indeed quite empty. Well...what the hell man, this just wouldn't do! Face twisting into a bit of a frown, the confused schoolkid scanned the room.

At least until he heard the voice of his missing roomie. As soon as that 'happy' voice hit his ears Demy whirled around and shut the door so he could grin down at Z.
"Heeey there buddy! So, care to tell me what's up with the weird...grid thing you got going on?"
He quickly reached down, attempting to snag his roomie and haul him back up to his feet. But hey, at least if he was successful he'd dust Z off! ...Before rambling off on some other tangent.

"Take over? Pffft! No one takes over anything here! Now if you want to see something taken over you should watch---"
And there he went again, rambling off about some random movie or game while the actual point of the conversation was completely and utterly missed. Honestly one had to admire Z for the amount of patience he had to ever put up with Demy.

Now if asked about the flopping, Demy would defend it as a mere sign of affection. Affection for his bestest best friend and roommate of course! Nothing more, no sirree.

After nearly another minute of rambling Demy rounded his way back to the initial problem, which was of course the tape all over the damn floor.
"...So uh, what do you mean?"

"My half hrm?"
Demy eyed that half, scratching at his head.
"...Uhhh hate to break it to you little buddy, but I'm already quite aware which half is mine. It's better looking, ya know?"
Of course by better looking he meant littered with glowsticks whenever he could smuggle them in. Z's half was usually rather devoid of the glowing items unless tossed over there by Demy himself. Which if you asked Demy...well they simply made the room look better. Funner even.

A CSI reference was simply too obvious for Demy, instead...
"Oh hey, if you tape out my outline on the floor, I'll tape out yours on the wall okay! It'd make for a neat decorating style..."
The boy rubbed at his chin, eyeing the wall as though picturing the outline already against it. In fact he even attempted to nudge Z over to the wall so he could get a better idea of what it'll look like. And once Z was at the wall Demy went so far as to nab his arms and hold them out in some mock version of a tape figure.

"...Yep! Totally awesome decorating man. We should try it!"

"Uh...I DO stay on it."
Unless of course he had to get something, or poke Z...or just plain -annoy- Z. Or redecorate, or dance, or.....

Well, one got the idea.

"Reallyyyyy?"
At this point Demy was grinning in Z's face. And by -in- Z's face one means practically touching Z's face with his own. It's a good thing they didn't currently have another roommate or this would be a rather awkward scene to walk in on.
"So if I leave the tapey grid thing alone...I can play with the tape? Promise?"
He tilted his head, that crazy happy grin still spread across his face.
"Better KEEP this promise too dude, no complaining about my tape art! I'm not complaining about your grid."

Then again he probably still didn't understand the full point of the grid.

"Sure sure man, whatever."
Demy was waving his hand dismissively, which pretty much meant he hadn't heard a word Z said beyond what he -wanted- to hear him say. SCORE! Permission to play with the tape granted! Plucking said tape out of his roomie's hand, Demy quickly moved off to redecorate the room.

Now he just had to figure out how to tape out some stars with this stuff and he'd be set!

"You mentioned something about hashbrowns and jumping rope. Though man, I dunno how exactly you expect hasbrowns to jump rope...unless you want to -eat- hashbrowns while jumping rope. But...well then you could choke! You better not choke man, I dunno how to do CPR..."
Though one could argue there was one part of CPR Demy could do, and probably -would- do to save his roommate. No ulterior motive there. None at all!

At the next sentence, Demy actually stopped and turned to look at his roommate. It seemed the words "naked" and "blonde" had earned his attention, though he had no idea what that word stuck in between meant. ...Did it really matter? He figured not.
"Really man?!"
He bounded over to the door and quickly FLUNG it open. Hopefully Z had moved away from it by then.
"...Heeeey, there's no one out here. Clothed or not."
Demy closed the door and actually pouted at the other.
"Not cool man, not cool at all."