"...why do you call be 'little bro'?" He asked, stopping at the door to look at Apple in all seriousness. It was like a weird mix of the other names he'd been given over the years, but strange to have acquired it so quickly. "It...isn't because I'm short, is it?"
Pausing for a moment, again, he spoke more in a more curious tone than he had before. "What...do you do for fun?"
"Oh no!" he said quickly. "It's not that at all, I used to be short when I was a fresher so I know it sucks. I just call everyone bro and you're younger so like... little bro. I even call my lady friends bro," he laughed lightly.
"Tons of things," he said brightly. "I play my ukulele, I do yoga, I hike, swim, and do martial arts. I could probably get into anything. What do you do for fun?" he asked enthusiastically.
"I...like to clean." It was rather simple and straight forward. And the abundant supplies in his bags was proof he did it often enough. "It makes me feel good. Sort of." It didn't really make anything better, and it was more effort to not clean than to clean...
But that was all more complicated than Apple needed to hear.
Apple nodded. He wasn't sure what to say to that but he figured with all the cleaning materials it made sense. "That makes sense," he nodded slowly. Sure it was probably far more complicated but no matter.
"There's probably plenty of cleaning to do in a freshman boys dorm, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah. In any dorm. Can't let people get sick." He was repeating himself in a way, but it was true. "I don't like germs. It is terrible, and all sorts of things could happen. You could get the black plague."
"That's very noble of you," he said smiling warmly. "Kids can be assholes, not cleaning up after themselves and stuff."
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked over at Brian. "The black plague eh? I didn't know you could still get that. I thought it died out with like... the Knights Templar," he grinned.
"Someone has to clean." He said with an assured nod. If no one did it, then dust would collect. And then they would be sick, from who knew what!
"No, it is still here. Last year it was reported in Oregon, and there had been several documented cases of the bubonic plague in Peru. Because fleas carry the plague the only way to wipe it out is to kill every flea! And if you get it, it kills 2 out 3 people in a matter of four days if left untreated." Which, really, how many people would figure out what it was in time? It was a dangerous illness, without doubt.
"That's true," he nodded. Actually... he was probably guilty of not cleaning up after himself occasionally. He also figured his organic and "green" cleaning supplies would just freak the kid out, so he let it drop.
"Wow," Apple said, his eyes going wide. "That's some crazy shit," he shook his head. "Though getting rid of fleas would be pretty beneficial," he shrugged. "All they do is bother cats and dogs and spread the bubonic plague." There were some creatures on the planet that he would never understand.
"You like to do anything else though? Other than clean?"
"Uh, I like those pick your adventure books! And...video games. I have all the Assassin Creed ones, and the Dragon Age games." He looked at Apple curiously. "Do you like video games? I mean...maybe we could play together. Sometime."
After he showered properly, and promised to not touch things. He could use more friends, really.
"If you wanted t-to, I...I...I don't know how good of company I-I am."