[After getting his crutch finally, he thinks he might be okay. Well, not with everything, but he might be okay for a few hours so long as he can get settled (before the Thinking starts).
What he finds out once he gets to his (their) room is he is NOT going to maybe be okay. AT ALL! The door opens, and he is suddenly 🧍♂️ in the doorway with the black courier bag, leaning on the crutch with his right arm.
HIS ROOMMATE IS THRONE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, THE SCARY GIRL.]
Oh--sorry. I--? Excuse me. [WAIT. He is checking the names on the outside of the door, thinking he got the wrong room. NO, IT'S CO-ED....] Ah... They really gave us roommates...
[He...........does not go inside, though? He stands in the doorway awkwardly, holding his shit.]
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What he finds out once he gets to his (their) room is he is NOT going to maybe be okay. AT ALL! The door opens, and he is suddenly 🧍♂️ in the doorway with the black courier bag, leaning on the crutch with his right arm.
HIS ROOMMATE IS THRONE!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, THE SCARY GIRL.]
Oh--sorry. I--? Excuse me. [WAIT. He is checking the names on the outside of the door, thinking he got the wrong room. NO, IT'S CO-ED....] Ah... They really gave us roommates...
[He...........does not go inside, though? He stands in the doorway awkwardly, holding his shit.]
Lucky number thirteen.