nix-the-phoenix:
Phoenix raised a brow at the lad, looking around the halls and back at the figure standing before him. âDepends on if you have something actually worth listening to.â He reckoned, tucking his fingers into his jean pockets. The blunt nails scraping at the thin fabric separating his skin from the actual nail. âIâm in 225, do you know where that is?â He wondered.
âThe lovely sound of my voice should be enough for anyone to have a good time listening to,â Caleb said in a joking tone, although he was serious. â225...225...â He repeated to himself, squinting in concentration as he tried to think what direction it was in. âI think I know where it is. Have you met your roommate or anything yet?âÂ












