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Alex woke up Sunday morning feeling as though someone had replaced his stomach with a black hole. He was starving, and if he didn't get something to eat soon he was going to... well, he wasn't sure what he'd do, since he didn't really think there was anything even remotely edible in the room.
Groaning, he rolled and pushed himself out of bed, scrubbing his face as he sat on the edge of his bed for a moment. Taking a deep breath, he stood up straight and stretched, yawning as he did so. He shuffled over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a long sleeved knit shirt. He changed lazily before putting on his shoes, grabbing his hoodie and heading out the door.
He hardly paid attention as he made his way downstairs and only really looked up when he was approaching the door to the dorms and he stopped and stared at Brian for a moment. Pushing his hands into his pockets, he continued walking, leaning against the door to push it open and quirking an eyebrow at his roommate.
"Forget how to use the door?"
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Great. Just....great. Alex was staring at him now, and Brian had but one choice- lie. It wasn't really as if lying could get you in trouble in cases like this, anyway, and he and Alex had been friends for a while. Or sort of friends. Actually, Brian wasn't really sure what the status of their 'relations' were, most of the time. Generally speaking, though, he thought of them as mostly friends.
Even if only by circumstance.
"I am not bound to please thee with my answer," he quoted softly to himself, before shaking his head vigorously at Alex.
No, he knew quite well how to use the door, but there was the minor details of getting to it that caused him great trouble.
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