Another day//Same Routine ||Taylor||

[Dakota Gairden]

It was just another day, like everyday that went by to Dakota. He decided to stay in this time, ignoring the nice weather outside. He sat at his desk, inside the dorm of 360 that he shared with one other student. He never really cared to meet him, in fact he avoided a lot of people half the time. Hi door though, was slightly cracked. It could be pushed open slightly to take a look at his room. His desk, was the first thing you see looking straight ahead. He sat there, typing fast and what seemed to be frantically. His room was nice, plain and very simple. To his left was a book case, full of books, and another beside it, though it was half way full of language books and some notebooks. No banners or posters hung. A singe framed picture sat on his desk, it was of him and his guardian smiling with what looked like a wolfdog mix puppy in Dakota's arms. It was the only picture Dakota had.

Looking pasted the door, where was his dresser, nothing on the top beside his phone, camera and a few sprawled sheets of paper with scribbled foot notes. His bed has sheets that were plaid, shades of blue, grey along with black and white. He had large pillows, four of them. Small pillows helped with decoration. His room was neat, a laundry basket next to his dresser.

A jacket, a black one with dark grey pinstrips going down vertically. A cat laid inside the jacket, it's fur pitch black, it was barely even there. The chest would go up, and down, his ears flickering and his tail twitching randomly . His collar was rimmed in what seem to look like sapphires and diamonds. His blue bone like ID tag shined from the overhead light as it laid on his paw, the name 'Vincent' shining.

But the room wasn't quiet, a radio was playing, or what could sound like one. Instead it was coming from his laptop that had speakers hooked to it. The music wasn't very loud, just enough for him to hear and it slightly hum outside the room. It wasn't rock, or metal, his usual music. Instead it was his homeland music, bagpipes, drums. He stopped typing as it went deeper into the music. His hands ran through his hair as he let his head lean forward. His wore a black sleeveless shirt. He wore his clothes so freely in his room because he knew no one could see his body. He looked over and smiled at his cat. ..What are you doing cat...Keeping my jacket warm are ya? He chuckled.

(Just looked at the outlook.. >< but yeah..I'll switch it up and I did take out a few things..)[/size]

[;taylor♥kaes;]

Taylor came into the dorm. He'd had rooms switched on him this year. Due to his sexual impulsiveness. He sighed As he walked in the dorm All was well here. Until he walked in the room. His blue eyes fell on fell on a brown haired boy the fuzz ball. "A cat, great just keep it off my side of the room.:" he said duly. Walking over to his desk and pulling a can of prangles out of his bag and placing it on the desk. Of course Prangeles wasn't in there it was just a cover up.

He laid down on the bed. He would finish putting things away later. He laid there for a moment, Then he grabbed the can. And held it close to him. His blue eyes on the other male. And the black fuzz ball. He wrinkled his nose.

After a long moment he finally spoke. "Whats your story?" he questioned him. He just wanted to know more about this boy. As he laid there on the bed snuggling the prangles can.

[Dakota Gairden]

Dakota looked back when he saw the other male enter. He didn't like the way he spoke about his cat already. Vincent was always good support to the boy, leaning over and picking up the cat as he placed him in his lap. The cat didn't protest for now, it was too tired to really do anything. He watched the other boy and just watched his actions but what seemed to catch him was the boy's blue eyes. The silence was nerveracking as he turned his attention back to his laptop and began to type again.

He typed for a few long moments until he heard him ask what his story was. Was this kid serious? Dakota was not about to tell him about his life, let alone anything really. He'd roomed with him for a while but they never really talked. He shrugged and kept his eyes on the screen, occasionally glimsping over and taking in the boy's features. His fingers never stopped typing when he would do so. He stopped and turned back clicking on the mousepad and saving the document. He closed it and picked up the tired cat as he sat on his bed and looked over at the snuggling teen against his prangles can. He raised a brow about it. ..You do realize your cuddling with a prangles can right? He ignored his question completely as he asked with a slight tension. He tried not to have his accent stick out too much but that didn't work.

[;taylor♥kaes;]

Taylor couldn't help but laugh a little. Either the boy was an idiot or he just didn't didn't know anything. Okay never mind the boy was an idiot. "If prangles were in here I'd be eating the silly, clearly there is something more important than mer potato chips." he told him sitting up he laid the can down on the bed. Reaching into his bag he pulled out his pipe. This was just one of many in his collection. He had a lot of them. Sometimes his uncle would come home with some he would take them. That's how he got his hands on the beauty that he had now. Placing it down on the bed he looked back to the boy, for a moment.


His blue eyes on the boy. He made the mental note that his male was attractive. Pulling his eyes off him, he opened the prangle can from the bottom, instead of the top. And pulled out a bag of weed. "Hope you don't mind, not that I would care if you did" He said to him preparing the weed into the pipe. He put it to his lips and took a puff. Almost four whole hours since he took a hit it was nice. He blew it out through his nose.

With a cough he looked to the other male. His mind now thinking more clearly. He smiled. "The name is Taylor." he told him. As he waited for him to speak. He took another hit, this one was a nice long one. He blew it out through both his nose and mouth that time. It was so reliving to have some of this, he always felt so blah without his pot. He let out a content sigh.

[Dakota Gairden]

Dakota's nose automatically cringed when he saw the pipe. Great, his roommate was a pot head. His eyes didn't move as he simple watched but the smell once he lit it burned his nose. his hand came up and covered his nose as he stood and grabbed Vincent, walking and placing him in the bathroom for the time being. He didn't want his cat getting high just from the smell since it's senses were much stronger than his own. He noticed how he had looked at him too, having Taylor's eyes on him made him feel slightly uncomfortable. He remebered that type of stare from the man that had raped him. Why he didn't know but he was going to find out.

He learned his name at least but Dakota wondered if it was even worth telling him his. He looked in disgust as he took another hit. How much Dakota hated drugs and booze along with that he just never understood how people could 'poison' their bodies with it. Of course Dakota didn't know about how the stuff was addicting. He never had it first hand.Dakota. Was his simple answer when Taylor said his name. His nose cringed again when the smell started to fill the room. He already hated it. His eyes went to his computer screen as his hands went back on the keyboard and he started to type again.