Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-4059927-20160914130216/@comment-2173402-20161001213459

Jason smiled, leading the group out to a dorm set in the deepest part of the hall, a single that seemed forgotten. He knocked loudly on the door.

"Rockson!" he screamed just as the door opened revealing a boy dressed only in a pair of black boxers and an unbuttoned flannel shirt. His eyes were dark around the edges, and he'd obviously just woken up.

"Oh hey, it's the emo asshole my friends love," he muttered, glaring at Jason and looking over his shoulder at Garrett, Gregory, and Erick. "And three other pricks," he added, his voice not quite nasty, instead borderline friendly.

"Nice shirt," he said to Greg.