Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Damien suddenly was acutely aware of the cliche that people used to describe someone lighting up a room with their smile. Damien felt his face flare in a way that it hadn't since he was a much younger blushing inexperienced version of himself before he found ways to control and hide himself safely behind the thick walls he had built. He never became a mess over someone offering a compliment, especially over something as basic as his hair, but the thread of honesty he caught in this other persons voice had him thrown almost as much as the genuine smile did. Thanks, dye works wonders, he said briefly before nodding at the couch, the charming smile and controlled motions coming easily despite the internal flustering he felt. And you did, he said with a slight shrug as he took the book from the other man to return it to his bag with a gentle lift of a single shoulder. But it isn't your fault, unintentionally crashed over dinner on the couch while watching a movie and trying to get some extra studying in before the semester starts. Damien returned to the couch, dragging the bowl filled with fried rice and a half eaten eggroll to the side before sitting at an angle, a slender leg folded up against himself so he could face this man in a polo shirt with the soft honest smile and stoic manners. It was an interesting combination, and he wondered if the sincerity of his compliments and words were real and the polite, professional way he spoke and wrote was an act. It was intriguing, unsettling and slightly exciting all at the same time. He decided being a little more real and upfront with this potential roommate may be wise, so he wouldn't have to try so hard constantly to keep up the facade. Ground rules are as follows, no parties, no exceptions. I'm a private person and I want to keep it that way and dealing with drunken coeds trashing my place and things isn't a favorite past time of mine...going to someone elses place to do so is another story, he said with a smirk. Also, I don't mind if you bring someone over to fuck around with but keep it in your room so I don't walk in on something in the kitchen that makes me want to remove my corneas with a scalpel, though the idea of seeing this Joseph fellow in a rather heated compromising position would probably leave Damien in need of a long cold shower rather than in need of physical mutilation due to scarring. Speaking of the kitchen, figure we just do our own thing and get our own food. I'm not a big eater, he said nodding to the left over chinese with a grimace. So feel free to help yourself to anything of mine you may see and want. Only exception is I do ask you not fuck with my popcorn or the tea I keep in the cabinet next to the sink...if you do I will not be held responsible for lacing unidentified items of yours in the fridge with laxatives, he said with a slight smirk that left it uncertain to the threat being serious or simply a joke. That really is it, I don't see a point in trying to lay out a shit ton of guidelines or rules, he said with a shake of his head. If you have a problem with me let me know and I will grant you the same courtesy. Pick up after yourself and don't be a raging douche bag and I figure we can probably coexist pretty easily. Damien brushed his hair out of his eyes with long pale fingers before nodding at him with a bit of a smile and arch of an eyebrow. Any comments, questions and or concerns?