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It wasn't difficult to miss the dorm room belonging to Demy and Z -- the stars were still there, announcing its presence to the world. Besides, it wasn't Alex's place to judge -- his door was still covered with all his nametags and pictures from when he first enrolled to Hillworth, as well as displaying all the pieces of paper that still indicated that his old roommate was still there.

He raised his fist and hesitated. Where was the music? Shouldn't Demy be blaring it right now? Well... maybe he's asleep? He was pretty messed up from... whatever happened to him.

Alex grinned. Oh well! It was wake-up time! He rapped his knuckles against the door, then waited.

Alexander blinked in surprise as the expected lanky blond didn't appear. Rather... someone else did, and that someone made him lower his gaze and stare for a moment in utter confusion. "Um," he greeted, "I take it you're Demy's roommate, Z. Is Mister McCrackin' Ribs around?"

It wasn't too hard to look behind Z and realize his rival wasn't there. He settled for adding a grin before asking, "And if he isn't, would you mind if I stepped in for a sec? He has something of mine that I wanted to pick up..."

At the sheer amount of hate those blue eyes sent him, Alex decided that Demy's roommate was someone not to encounter ever again. Or at least not encounter on his own. Maybe with Demy? Hm.

In the meantime, he had the Door Boss to get past. "It's something on his desk, from what I remember. Or was it next to his TV? Bookshelf? I mean, you know how he rambles so it could be here or there or, well, y'know." Alex shrugged, "Look, could I step in for a second and take a look so I don't have to come bother or interrupt you again another time? It won't take too long, I think."

Alexander hesitated at the other boy's actions, glancing at the neat line of tape that split the room in two. Wisely, he opted to carefully step into the glittering star-studded side of the room, nearly tripping over the amount of sheer things Demy had.

"Nearly" was putting it nicely. In actuality, Alexander flailed as he stepped on one of Demy's shirts, flailing as it tried to slide out from under him. He latched onto Demy's desk, emitting an "AGH!" as various pieces of plastic jewelry and beads bounced merrily from the desk to the floor, followed by Alex as he attempted to catch said articles. In the end, the floor one and Alex hurriedly picked himself up to dump whatever stray beads he could find back onto the desk.

"Agh! He needs safety rails on this or something just c'mon," he exclaimed as he shook the last bracelet free from his hands, looking at the guitar hero's desk in exasperation. "Alex, call me Alex or Alex the Arcade King, by the way. Ohhey, I didn't know he had thi- Imean this is cool but not it, where did it go...?"

If Alex knew of the lack of his title going down, he would have been a sad panda. Then he would have tried to write it in himself, or at least write it down in his own notebook to make himself feel special. HA!

"I think I'm good! Kinda. Maybe -- it's not as if his junk's organized or anything right? I'm just, um, tiptoeing through his stuff in search of that one thing with the glitter and yeah," he said over his shoulder, picking up one of Demy's guitar hero games. This was opened, along with one of his other games before the discs inside were swapped. Alex repeated this action with another game before turning and asking, "Hey! Do you know where Demy keeps his music CDs or if he has any? I think what I'm looking for is in there, or at least what he'll be looking for is in there, heehee!"

"How? We have the most epic form of rivalry not seen since Mario first met Donkey Kong! You know, the Italian plumber dude and -- ohey, he has this CD? Huh! In you go to Guitar Hero: World Tour then! I mean, it's like we're friends but yet rivals, kinda like frienimies I guess since he has a better score than me on guitar hero and I'm determined to one day have unbeatable arcade scores and what're you doing?"

Alex turned from his disk jockey shuffle to see Z pull out his phone. He froze, stared, and then dropped the current case he was holding onto Demy's bed in order to flail around a negative gesture. "Nonono! It's okay! I totally got this and wasn't meaning to make him spend several minutes hunting down his Guitar Hero games in order to throw his practice time into a wrench and to make it quiet in the area for at least a couple hours so I could study for a test or anything, really! I don't know how you got that idea!"

Alexander Neal Rivera froze. There was something about Z's ability to pronounce the word "rival" that sent a shiver down his spine, as if he had Dirk the Daring go left instead of going right. It was as if he had went onto a game show and said "octopus" in response to What is the color of Jim's red gun?

"Your... desk?" He squeaked, hurriedly picking up the game case he dropped and returning it to where he thought was its rightful place. "I mean, your desk is a solid object and unless I suddenly gained super powers I couldn't have gone through your desk and last I checked I currently don't otherwise I'd probably take the opportunity to phase through the floor because while it's true that I went through a drawer I didn't get very far because it squirted me and you know how awkward that is?!"