Glad to finally be done with a day full of boring as shit classes, David was actually relieved to return to his shithole of a dorm. The house his aunt and uncle owned wasn't particularly impressive, but it was a veriable mansion compared to Mitchell Hall.
Still, he was slowly getting used to things, learning to avoid the spots where the carpet rolled up and tripped unsuspecting feet, and which halls were, relatively speaking, the least smelly.
Once inside his room, he dropped his bag at the foot of his bed, and tipped slightly forward and let gravity pull his body down face first into the lumpy mattress. He lay like that for a moment before letting out a muffled greeting to his roommate, who David was fairly sure he'd seen out of the corner of his eye when he'd entered but might've been mistaken. David turned his head to see if the other boy was in the room, of it it had just been a particularly large rat.