"Like shit you don't" Sim accused, throwing his pillow at Gray's head and fishing under his bed for a pack of cigarettes. Walking over to the window he coughed once, opening it and looking around for a lighter.

"That just means you did something bad, which in turn, will make me feel fucking better." He knocked a few things off his desk, trying to find the ellusive lighter. "Why can't we keep them all in one fucking place? New dorm rule: don't fuck around with my lighters!"

It was probably safe to say Sim wasn't in a great mood.