he had planned this out very carefully.
freelancing made it hard to pay the bills, made it even harder to tolerate living in the shit-hole apartment he currently called home. it was no place for a newly graduated bachelor -- Auruo Bossard needed to spread his wings and his mind and his legs, and his nasty little closet with a leaking ceiling was no place for any of these activities.
so he plans.
move just outside the campus -- rent is cheaper for the small price of having to deal with college kids, plus, he'd probably snag a roommate right away. those dorms, he recollected, were notoriously awful.
as per usual he has the utmost confidence in himself, so he wastes no time in setting up shop, posting fliers, letting the great expanse of the internet in on his intentions.
among the first responses is a kid by the name of Eren Yaeger. unwilling to admit that he's begun to grow desperate, Auruo resolves to meet him as soon as possible...
his life might be a mess but damn if he doesn't take pride in his appearance. an empty, drafty apartment and an overflowing wardrobe -- he knows where his priorities lay. on the day of his fateful meeting with a bright-eyed college student, he spends far more time than necessary in front of the mirror, tugging on the collar of his blazer and running his hands, over and over, through his hair. he needs to look nice, right? convince this kid that he has his shit together? it'll work out.
Auruo picks momentarily at his teeth, and waits for the doorbell to toll...
