Chapter 39

THE ROOM SMELLED of typical guy smell, which was not a smelly smell, but a smell nonetheless. The brunet coming through, though, even during his first day, was accustomed to the weirdness of the scent. What he was not so keen about, was the scene he found while getting into the room he'll be spending at least 4 years in.

The person he was supposed to be roommates with was dancing some sort of dance while chanting for several gods and goddesses of luck. He shared the sentiment of felicity, but the methods looked so cliché.

“Excuse me?” he addressed the man. "Is this room 1-118?"

With him realizing the guy at the door, the blond dancer didn’t stop his rituals, but just pushed him inside, locked the door and gave him a small cup.

“I’m not thirsty,”

The cup-giver still wasn’t relenting in his actions while he looked for something in his bag. The confused conformist waited patiently until his got filled with some alcoholic substance;