Ryker would have missed the lean figured guy slipping into the shared dorm that had been assigned to him if he hadn't been nearly knocked over by Miles as he caught a ball that had been tossed towards the trio. But, as luck would have it, he didn't, and he sighed, defeat written all over his face. Daemion clapped him between his shoulder blades, laughing down at him after he had followed Ry's gaze to the now closed door.
"Looks like you're stuck with a roommate after all!" Ryker turned, running a warm hand along the cool skin of the back of his nape before continuing alongside Miles, who was taller than both of them."Should we ask him if he wants to come with us??"
Miles beat Ryker to the punch, cutting him off before he could say anything in response to Daemion's inquiry. "Hell no!"
D held his hands up in mock surrender, offering up the reason as to why he had even considered it in the first place, which turned out to be not-so-brilliant. Nor that Daemion was ever 'brilliant.' "Dunno, he could be a pretty chill guy–"
"I've literally got just enough money for a single pizza, and with the way you absolutely annihilate your food, that means Ryker and I have MAYBE two slices to ourselves." The guy shot a look of disgust towards his friend, and the hint of a smile tugged at Ryker's lips. Leave it to Miles to be doing math about fucking pizza.
"You do realize," Dae shot back, taking the ball from Miles and chucking it as hard as he could down the hall in the direction from whence it had come, earning a curse from the guy who had thrown it in the first place, "that you're not the only one with money, right?"
Ry wasn't necessarily short for a guy. Standing just below 6', he could easily slap the doorframe that they were about to pass under. Miles sighed, exasperated, then turned around on his heel and shoved the gray eyed boy back a step. "Go and get him, then, Ry."
Shit, man. He stood still, unwilling to move for a moment before Daemion gave him a look and