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“An’ here I thought you ate the dog food,” he said rather snarkily, but it came off as harsh rather than jokingly, accidentally of course. He’d waited this whole time for Lucy to address the fact that they were in his own bedroom, about to unpack what he figured were her items since she never said they were for someone else. Instead, they had talked about their mothers. “So what’s dog food doin in my room anyway? This is a no-pets room, don’tcha know. Also, it isn’t much fit for women at the moment,” he said rather old-fashionably.
Despite not having many personal items to his name, he still felt compelled to tidy up. He slept on the top bunk near the door, he felt it gave him an advantage if an intruder came by, but it wasn’t very smart of him since he couldn’t sit up fully. Instead, he found himself doing his homework not on the desk opposite of the bathroom, but the bottom bunk across the room. In prison, all he had was a mattress and a toilet. He couldn’t do woodworking because of his powers, and more often than not he would be put in solitude because others would blame their actions on him. He felt bittersweet about the hole, but it had definitely made his social anxiety much worse than before.
He hadn’t started practicing reading and writing until he got to the school over the summer. He was still in mostly remedial classes since his official schooling halted at the age of fourteen, when his powers manifested and he ran away from home after an accidental death in the family, by his own hands of course. He sometimes regretted not reading in prison, avoiding the library like a contagion, but had soon realized that he had enough things to be sick of in his past, he didn’t need to add to the list when he was working on improvement.
If Lucy looked around, the immediate only sign of life in this room would be the (lack of) dust on surfaces and a few articles of clothing on the bed that Kevin usually did his homework on. He probably had scoliosis from hunching over the past ten years of his life, but he would never tell anybody. She probably assumed that was where he slept.
Lucy couldn’t help but pout when Kevin made his little comment. She kind of knew he was joking but it felt more like mean joking than the kind of joking she liked. “Wait, this is your room?” she asked. “And they didn’t tell you I was moving in?” The prospect of a surprise roommate was exciting to Lucy but she knew that not everyone felt that way. They had told her already that her new mate wasn’t much of a people person and might have trouble adjusting to the new school, which was why they though to move her in since she was so contagiously optimistic. Come to think of it, that was really all they told her.
She nervously laughed her way through the pet comment. It was a long story, really, as to why the school didn’t know she had dogs. Well, it was short, but long enough to embarrass her. Maybe Kevin shouldn’t know either...
“Not fit for women, huh? What do you have...boy...stuff?” Lucy couldn’t really think of the male equivalent of a tampon and she didn’t think it was good roommate etiquette to accuse your male roommate of housing tampons. She understood that he just meant the room was messy and watched him move what items he had. “But, I’m Lucy Bean. Your new roommate. With no dogs and lots of dog food,” she beamed, extending her hand when he turned around.
