From Here on Out || Cato&Marvel
Marvel let his eyes scan the crowds of students that paced along the pathway by his dorm building. Chuckling to himself, he hit the lock button on his phone before setting it on his desk, taking a look at the room and deciding if he needed to pick some of clothes up from the pile on the floor. It was only Cato who was coming over and he couldn't really find himself caring much about the appearance of his room, but still he gathered it up in his arms and shoved it inside his small closet, shutting the door behind him. It had been bothering him anyway considering that he nearly tripped and fell flat on his face over the pile every single morning since it began accumulating in that extremely inconvenient spot.
Tossing himself on the couch he shared with his usually absent roommate, he flicked the television on, idly watching it as he waited for his friend to show up. Typically, he made a mental note to brace himself for whatever insults were coming his way, but the fact was—he was damn near bored enough to actually put up with the digs for one evening. A part of him, though he wouldn’t admit it, actually sort of enjoyed bantering with Cato. He always appreciated someone he could put up a decent fight. Not really paying attention to the plotline, he hopped up when he heard a knock at his door, getting up to answer it.