Quaint Acquaintances || Mayda & Taemin
Many months of travelling had reached its end. He had found his goal; he had found Insolitus, the place he had sought at first without knowing why, and then with increasing hunger. In so many ways, it had felt almost as though a calling, and for a man who no longer had a clear purpose in life but the pursuit of knowledge and power, it was perhaps, inevitably so. Yet that knowledge would have to wait, as first had come registering as a student, with all the formalities that came with it; formalities which had at many points instilled him with a wary caution, as the many ways of the new world were foreign to him. But he had gone too far to back out, and at the end of it he had not sold his tarnished soul, but secured himself a place in the Academy. Ah, to have stepped out of that office and felt the slow simmer of success.
He had been appointed a room, however, and that room so happened to be where he was now. Having been dusty from travels, it had become his priority to find the Luna dormitories and get himself clean, and though he had probably looked loathsomely lost on the way with that map as his guide and the occasional soul to point him in the right direction, he was certain he was in the right place. And that his room mate had not yet shown face. Truthfully, he knew very little of the creature he was to share rooms with; he knew a name, and that it were a Vampire. A darkspawn, just as he was. Yet arriving to the room, he had drawn his own quiet conclusions, as he had observed the mess which littered the room. He seemed a slovenly creature.
Taemin, by nature, was not. Although he would have likely preferred that the tidying was not necessarily done by his own hands, consequently meaning that though he removed the stranger's clothes which littered over to his part of the room, he left them in a pile upon the other bed, rather than going into lengths to fold them up. As for his own belongings, unpacking was a peculiar affair of not only taking his things out of his bag, but hiding that which he did not trust to be displayed. This he did while making a quiet note of how he would need to make better arrangements for it, as he scrunched up his nose in dismay. But it was, in all fairness, much better than the accommodations he had afforded himself during his travels.
It even had a sauna. A curiosity, that was, but once he had figured out the uses of it, it had been a most pleasing experience. The warmth had been welcomed after what to him felt as a cold day, and with winter approaching, he had a feeling it would often be a means of warming his bones. So it was that he had been warmed, and a hot shower washed the grime off his skin. With his white blond hair towel dried and dragged through with a hand, he had secured a towel around his hips and thus made his way out of the bathroom. Little did he know he was about to meet his new room mate half dressed.
