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Silas was awoken by a particularly loud explosion, which would have been worrying, if it wasn't for the over-enthusiatic 'get down' that followed, along with dramatic violin music. "Damn, I call hacks!" Pierce, his motivation lacking roommate yelled from his video game induced stupor. Silas had no idea how someone could play a FPS for hours without getting the worst headache known to mankind. It seemed improbable. "Great, wasn't like I was sleeping or anything," Silas complained, burying his face into the cold side of his pillow. "Oh, cry me a river," Sandra scoffed, sliding off the counter and dunking her cereal bowl into the sink. "This is getting good, Pierce managed to get a five kill streak, I'm proud of him. Go study or do whatever your sadly overachieving mind desires." She laughed as her hunched into the seat beside Pierce.
"Thanks Sandra, you're a big help," he retorted with exaggerated unhappiness. They only pretended to fight, and it was rare that they got into a real argument. Nonetheless, he was pissed that his sleeping schedule was interrupted, not after he'd been up at some ungodly hour studying for a english paper. His professors were in no way lenient. Getting his own breakfast, he dragged his feet through his normal morning routine, brushing up his hair and throwing on vaguely stylish clothes that screamed 'sorry, but I really don't care'. That much had rubbed off on him after living with those punks.
"I'm off," Silas muttered noncommittally, receiving some equally as vague replies. Today was his first day trying out a job at a local bookstore, so he left early. If he did well, they'd give him the job, and at this point, he could really use it. Catching the bus, he buried his face in a textbook, his backpack resting on his lap.
Silas was awoken by a particularly loud explosion, which would have been worrying, if it wasn't for the over-enthusiatic 'get down' that followed, along with dramatic violin music. "Damn, I call hacks!" Pierce, his motivation lacking roommate yelled from his video game induced stupor. Silas had no idea how someone could play a FPS for hours without getting the worst headache known to mankind. It seemed improbable. "Great, wasn't like I was sleeping or anything," Silas complained, burying his face into the cold side of his pillow. "Oh, cry me a river," Sandra scoffed, sliding off the counter and dunking her cereal bowl into the sink. "This is getting good, Pierce managed to get a five kill streak, I'm proud of him. Go study or do whatever your sadly overachieving mind desires." She laughed as her hunched into the seat beside Pierce.
"Thanks Sandra, you're a big help," he retorted with exaggerated unhappiness. They only pretended to fight, and it was rare that they got into a real argument. Nonetheless, he was pissed that his sleeping schedule was interrupted, not after he'd been up at some ungodly hour studying for a english paper. His professors were in no way lenient. Getting his own breakfast, he dragged his feet through his normal morning routine, brushing up his hair and throwing on vaguely stylish clothes that screamed 'sorry, but I really don't care'. That much had rubbed off on him after living with those punks.
"I'm off," Silas muttered noncommittally, receiving some equally as vague replies. Today was his first day trying out a job at a local bookstore, so he left early. If he did well, they'd give him the job, and at this point, he could really use it. Catching the bus, he buried his face in a textbook, his backpack resting on his lap.
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