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Crazy as Me; For Mai
Topic Started: Jun 2 2010, 04:07 PM (439 Views)
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((Soma and I'll ask you to ignore the actual identity of this character XD ))

There was a time in every young man's life when he needed to leave his family and strike out on his own. As his mother had put it "now that you're no longer forced to live on base in the secret basement of special ops agents who aren't trusted outside for their own good there's no way that I'm going to allow you to take up space in our already overcrowded home so pack your things because if you're not gone by next week then I'm buying one of those 'U Store It' compartments and moving you out there". She was one for ultimatums, probably because she'd had to given thousands of them to evil men and women who were threatening to tip the balance of evil and good toward evil, back in the day. Kendra could be positively terrifying, even when she didn't want to be so he had taken her advice quite seriously.

The only problem was that Soma didn't have any friends outside the base. He actually didn't think he properly even knew anyone outside since people who worked at the supermarket probably didn't count. So when she told him, three hours after setting down his bag in the living room, that he needed to get his butt out out, he could only give her a puppy-eyed stare, complete with quivering lower lip and dilated pupils. All he'd gotten for his trouble was a heel right to the face, which could be considered a gesture of affection but her slur of curses kind of tipped Soma off that she meant to discourage him from trying his father's favorite tactic.

Soma Ramsey was the first man in his family to enter the military. His mother, her mother, her mother, and so on had all been soldiers of great note (though not always famous since the times have changed for the better for women and military duty), spies, special agents, and leaders for their country for countless generations. Kendra Ramsey was the latest and she'd climbed up the ranks to almost unprecedented success for a woman of her age. Her only problem was that after she'd married the man of her dreams (a daycare specialist who excelled in baking) and settled down as much as she was going to in order to start a family, her first child was a boy, Jeremy, and it was obvious that even if she wanted to break with tradition and allow a man to enter her ranks, Jeremy was a terrible choice. He was a loser, through and through, a smart loser but too lazy for his own good.

So she and her husband (Seth Farris-Ramsey) had another child and to Kendra's delight, she was a girl. But her elation was short-lived. Kendra was greatly disappointed as her first daughter, Amethyst, was smart, terrifying, and capable yet when she turned seven and it was time for training to officially start she made so many comments and gave so many deadly looks to the drill sergeant that she was quickly returned with a stern 'not even if hell froze over' note pinned to her coat.

Kendra never really wanted to continue having children after two as it took time out of her busy 'conquering enemy organizations' schedule, but she knew that it was up to her to continue the family line. So she and her husband had had yet another child, and this time it was a boy. Kendra was disappointed again, as she felt this must be a sign that the famous Ramsey line would end with her. Years later she was pleasantly surprised to find that Soma was not only pliable and eager to please, but he was also quite capable in battle, even at a young age (he felled his middle-aged kindergarten teacher when she tried to dress him up like a devil for the school pageant). So she took him out of school and proudly deposited him on base for immediate training. Despite her vow to stop having children after she found an heir, Kendra and Seth had yet another child ten years later, but Samantha was just because Seth wanted another one (he was adorable like that). It was obvious that Soma was the true inheritor of the Ramsey line, which was why his mother was 200 percent harder on him than his siblings.

So that was pretty much why he figured she wanted to boot him out the moment the base no longer had room to house him. It wasn't as though their house was even that crowded. Jeremy lived with his wife and 3-month old daughter about three neighborhoods over doing something entertainment-related that he refused to talk about at home for fear of Kendra suggesting he go to work with her if he's so clever with 'the computers'. Amethyst was somewhere in Paris tearing down models with only her evil gaze at the moment which meant the only child left in the house was Samantha, who was 13 and obviously incapable of being kicked out.

But he didn't mind it. If nothing else, Soma was good at listening to orders and his cheerful demeanor had only grown over the years so he'd taken her ultimatum to get out or she'd get him out in stride. He'd gone to his father to ask him about where he could live and the older man had only laughed in amusement about Kendra's ideas and waved his second-youngest off. Seth thought she was just being facetious, but it turned out she was dead serious. So the man had only patted his son on the head and started calling apartment buildings in the region. He had a friend in real-estate and the man had found him several solutions in the city, but after announcing his findings to Soma and noticing that the young man only responded with 'whatever you like, Daddy', Seth realized how out of touch with reality his son really was.

So the dilemma was that Soma had to get out of the house as per Kendra's wishes, yet Seth was too afraid about how he'd survive alone and Jeremy already said that he refused to house his brother for the very reason Kendra didn't as well. The solution: a roommate. But Soma didn't know anyone so the roommate would have to be someone new. He'd projected this problem to his real estate friend, Stan, but had downgraded the problem significantly, saying only that his son was 'a little shy and didn't have any close friends nearby to move in with' and the man had laughed and said there was no shortage of people who could room with him in such an expensive building.

When Soma heard the news that he'd be getting a roommate he was so excited that he broke the television. Kendra was happy too, but her way of expressing joy was to gather the names of the people that Stan provided and to run several background checks on all of them. Three were out because they were women, and most of the men had 'questionable' comments from their elementary school report cards and thus were rejected as well. In the end, Seth finally convinced her to stop being so paranoid as Soma could take care of himself and she settled on three names, all men. But Seth had grown clever over the years and decided to take a chance on his friend's judgment rather than Kendra's paranoia and so had told Stan to choose whoever he thought was best and in the most need of reduced rent with the price of an 'unusual' roommate.

So moving day came exactly one week later and Soma opened his eyes to discover Kendra looming over him three inches away, blonde hair pulled tightly into a bundle at the base of her neck and giving her an extra-stern appearance as she faced her son. He'd heard her come in but feigned sleep as he didn't want his mother thinking she'd lost her touch after not being on an active mission for over three years. She poked him between the eyes and sat on the end of his bed as he sat up and yawned since if he was going to play the part he may as well do it all the way.

"Morning, Mommy."

She laughed hollowly and crossed her arms. "You twitched when I opened the door, Soma. No need to try and make me feel better."

So it hadn't worked after all. He rested his head on his knees for a moment in apology and then regarded her silently. In the right light and from a proper angle it was like looking in a mirror. Of all his siblings, Soma was the one who had the greatest physical resemblance to her. He had an open, innocent face, a deceptively slender body constantly brimming with energy, and soft blonde hair cut around his face for utility rather than fashion. But unlike Kendra, his usual puzzled, open expression was the picture of his personality rather than the antithesis of it. Kendra commented every now and then that while he looked just like her, he had his father's temperament though with a healthy dose of idiocy. She'd expressed some anxiety about the line of work he was going into with such a personality but it had worked out rather well thus far so she didn't question it.

She did question his ability to get from point A to B on his own which was why she'd preempted him and had decided to rouse her son five hours before he was set to leave just to make sure he'd be fine. Soma hadn't expected it though but he was used to being roused at five a.m. so three really wasn't that terrible.

He was ready in two hours, which earned him a pat on the cheek from Kendra before she took her car keys in hand, gestured for him to kiss his father and baby sister, and then grabbed one of his three bags just to be motherly and they were soon off.

Soma was deposited on the first floor of the ostentatious apartment building his father had helped select for him about nine a.m. (they stopped for donuts on the way which took three hours) and he hefted his bags over his shoulder, took the rolly suitcase in hand, saluted the doorman enthusiastically, and walked into the crystalline building that looked more suited for an office than residence from the outside.

His problem? He had a key but it was blank and his father hadn't told him where this room was located or it's precise number. So he was petrified the moment he entered the lobby area that was filled with an exhaustive crowd (5 people) and looked around at each person in turn as his inherent sense of panic slowly climbed into the orange zone. These people weren't labeled at all! How was he supposed to tell one from another? Soma was wearing a name-badge with the subtitle "looking for roommate : D!!" that his father had prepared and hung around his neck on his way out, so the very least these other people could do was do the same.

((I hope this was alright. I just wanted to get a start on it and introduce Soma. He's hopefully a lovable idiot))
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Nevio ((The text in his picture leads me to believe that he’s a Final Fantasy character of some sort. As I’ve never played an FF game in my life, I feel it’s all good))

“Excuse me ma’am. I just thought you’d like to know that there’s a man changing in the Genealogy section.”

“…Changing the books?”

“Changing the clothes on his body.”

Erica sighed and nodded to the clearly bothered teenage boy, quickly switching the motion to a shake when he offered to get the police on the phone. “No need for that, I can handle it myself. How about a free book for your trouble?” When her nervously giggled offer was turned down and the disturbed high school student returned to his table the tiny woman abandoned her post for a moment, giving only a whispered warning to her coworker about her leaving as she made her way from behind the desk to the supposed location of the literary stripper. Sure enough there was scruffy looking shirtless gent back in the farthest back, least used section of the library stuffing clothes into a duffle bag and pulling another shirt out. It was by no means clean, probably just less dirty than the one he was caught getting out of.

“Nevio.” By default the woman kept her voice low, looking around to ensure that there weren’t any more underage eyes looking in on them. “Why are you changing in here?” The man with brunette hair so dirty that it almost black didn’t turn to look at her. Instead he bunched up the shirt in his hands and stuck his hands through the sleeves.

“In the bathroom…the middle and both end stalls were being used.” The man’s voice was just as gruff and disheveled as his appearance as he replied before putting on his dirty gray shirt and tugging his heavy locks out of the collar. “It was almost one…I couldn’t wait for too much longer to change.” Erica sighed, pressing her fingers against her temple and rubbing lightly.

“Nevio, I think it’s time that you find some place to stay.” For as long the silver haired woman had been working at the library Nevio had been living in it. She could clearly remember the day two years ago when she opened up the building for the first time and caught the man snoozing in a corner of the Genealogy section. A heart attack was almost hers to have, mind scrambling as she raced to get to a phone to call somebody, anybody that would help a young woman who had to deal with the looming threat of being attacked or robbed by the man that probably already took what little money the library had. However as she was running to the phone she noticed that nothing was missing or out of place. A quick look around out of curiosity confirmed that nothing changed since they locked up the other day. The library also had an alarm that was sensitive to motion, so he couldn’t have moved from that spot the entire night.

More curiosity crept up and took over the good sense in her mind allowing her to put off calling the cops and let the man stay put in the library. Initially it was just for the rest of that day but he continued to stick around through the week, the amount of time it took for the young woman to get up the nerve to go and talk to the apparently homeless fellow. After that it took another month for him to really open up to her. His name was Nevio and he’d been living in the library for a few months, maybe a few weeks to a month before Erica arrived. The subtleties that had to be involved with living in a government building unnoticed perplexed Erica but in time Nevio began to show her how he survived over the course of two years.

Erica grew attached to the quite homeless man during that time and didn’t want to have to throw him out on the streets, but Nevio started getting sloppy. If she didn’t get him out soon then he would be arrested and while the roof of a jail was better than no roof she wanted him to have a roof that as all his own and allowed him some freedom. That way he could dress no matter what was going on in the bathroom, maybe because he’ll have a room to do it in. She knew zip about his personal life though, all she was aware of was his first name which was nothing she could go on. So while the man was taking his afternoon nap she got a quick picture of him, hoping that there was someone in the city that could place a history to him. Friend, family, it didn’t matter; all Erica wanted was for the homeless man she grew so attached to to get some help.

With all of the flyers she put up and the internet boards she stuck his image on it was no surprise that about a week later a man claiming to be his father forced him out of the library, taking his small collection of personal items and his ancient laptop with them. Erica wanted to check up on him but they didn’t leave any way for her to contact Nevio. About a month later the man—cleaned up, shaved, dressed nicely and looking rather dashing in Erica’s opinion—returned out of the blue, asking the woman to accompany him to his new apartment.

Nevio only asked her to come because he grew a soft spot for her. She was irritating at first, waking him up at inconvenient moments to feed him when he wasn’t even hungry, tagging along with him to the bathroom and offering him wet naps to take ‘hobo’ showers with, calling him a hobo and pestering him every two seconds of the day while she was at work, but in all fairness she was just looking out for him when she could have called the police and forced him to find a new minimum security library to house himself in. He also guessed that she would worry terribly, she was the type to worry. No doubt that was how she ended up with a head full of grandma hair at 24.

“I thought you would be mad at me for finding your parents.” The woman spoke shyly to him as they relaxed in the back of the taxi taking them to Nevio’s new place. He wasn’t mad, he was extremely furious about it, but he supposed at some point he was going to either come out of hiding or be dragged out. All he could do was thank god that it was his dad he had to fight against for months instead of members of another part of his life.

“You are too nosey.” He noted just as the taxi dropped them off. Nevio paid the guy and climbed out of the cab, carrying everything in the world he would need in one hand and on his shoulder. Erica climbed out as well, clutching her apartment warming present of a bonsai tree in her hands while gawking at the building.

“Wow, this is a lot nicer than where I live! How can you afford a place like this?”

“Roommate.” Nevio replied, moving on the sidewalk so the taxi could drive off. Erica looked over at him in surprise.

“Oh wow, I never pegged you as the type to be able to live with someone else.” Brown eyes looked down to the laptop bag that Nevio began shuffling in. “Who is it?” The brunette shrugged, tossing the envelope with his key, his room information and his roommate’s name in it to the curious woman. She managed to catch it in her arms so she could balance her tree gift in one hand while digging in the envelope with the other. “Well it’s a guy. That should be nice right?”

They were stuck at the door for a moment, only because Nevio had to tap the handle several times. When the doorman interrupted him and asked him if he needed any help Nevio barked at him—literally barked—and cursed under his breath, forced to start over once again. Erica went through the other door into the lobby while he dealt with that compulsion and the doorman, looking around the nice lobby. Nevio must come from a loaded family. She would have to ask about his lineage sometime. As she looked around her orbs fell on a man towing some luggage and wearing a nametag. When she moved closer to inspect it she noted the writing detailing that he was looking for a roommate. Maybe that’s Nevio’s roommate!

“Hey!” The librarian shouted, lifting her hand and waving to get the man’s attention. “You’re searching for your roommate right? I can help you!” She giggled bouncing excitedly on her heels. She was just so happy for Nevio…who was still stuck at the door. Hopefully that doorman wouldn’t be a permanent problem.

((Vague descript of Nevio, but I didn’t want this to get too long or too revealing. Guess I’ll let all of his cats out of the bag gradually. Sorry for taking so long.))
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(( I think it's Irvine. Does my geekyness know no bounds? I don't think it does D: ))

Soma took stock of all the people in the room as he stood, hoping that it might give him some sort of a clue. Maybe this was a test? The Colonel knew that he was always in need of a good test every now and then, to hone his skills and ensure that he was still worth the substantial amount of money that they had spent training him over the years. If he could find his proper roommate based on the people wandering the lobby then he could...what? Maybe he'd get a crack at the training range when no one else was around. That was always nice, but it so seldom happened and no one wanted to be around on the real range when Soma was training. Something about wanting to continue to live. He didn't see the problem, he knew the difference between friend and foe almost instinctively, but there was the problem of collateral damage when he was just doing it for fun.

He sighed and blinded his bright, jewel-colored eyes as he fixed them on his first target: a middle-aged man in an expensive-looking suit who had his arm up to the elbow in one of the little numbered slots on the forward wall. Soma internally gasped. Was this some new, complex way to deliver missions? The gentleman was certainly eager to get at whatever eluded his grasp therein.

Soma, forgetting himself in the moment, dropped his bags and rushed over to the man's side.

"Are you having difficulty retrieving your vital mission information, sir?" he asked.

The man's visage transformed instantly from frustrated to a look that Soma received quite often and had quickly come to recognize as exasperation. He turned his eyes to the young man, did a double take when he realized how close Soma was (about half an inch from his nose) and pulled back with the rest of his body to keep from making contact with the agent's form.

"N...no. I'm just trying to get my mail."

"Mail?" Soma asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Yeah. I have a...er...bills I need to get to."

Soma gazed at the mystery box and then nodded in unspoken agreement with himself. "Bills? Oh. So they deliver them to you by hand? in that case, allow me."

The businessman couldn't remove his hand from the box fast enough. Soma stood on his tiptoes (he was wearing normal boots today and thus was feeling a little diminutive as he wasn't on eye-level with the second-to-last row) and glanced inside the mysterious silver space. The businessman made a mysterious grunt as he did this as Soma saw that there were no envelopes in the mailbox, but the back of a small booklet of some kind was pressed directly against the back of the long, narrow space.

"Is that your bill?" Soma asked.

"Umm...yes."

The young man smiled as his new mini mission was now before him. He couldn't reach the back from just standing in front of it, that was the businessman's problem as well but had thought that shoving his arm harder into the box would be the best solution. No, you had to be level with it first, so your entire arm could go all the way to the back. Soma pulled at his shoulder to make sure it was ready for what he would do. The young man gestured for the businessman to move away, which he did with only a shrug and eye-roll, especially since the young man thought this was a serious enough matter to shed his jacket. Even odder that instead of a t-shirt, which all the kids seemed to wear these days, Soma's jacketless self was wearing kevlar of all things. It showed off his lean frame rather nicely, but...clearly the man was just odd. Maybe a gaming nut with the way he was looking so seriously up at the mailbox.

Without warning Soma suddenly sprang into action, grabbing the handle of a mailbox at eye level with his left arm and he swung himself up with ease as his boots found the handles of two right above the ground. In an instant his right arm was in and out of the mailbox and he fell back to gracefully land on his feet. The businessman was in such shock at not only the smooth execution of his movements, but that he'd actually done something out of an action movie to retrieve mail that he didn't stop the young man from glancing down at his prize.

Soma's blue eyes widened and a pronounced flush spread over his features as he opened and closed the magazine in his hands quickly. He turned toward the businessman and clutched the offending item to his chest in horror.

"This is a bill, sir? If so...then it also appears to be some sort of catalog of naked women! You do know, sir, that human trafficking is illegal in this country?!"

The older tenet clearly didn't expect that reaction. Maybe a hearty slap on the back for being so playful, or heady disgust, but the businessman hadn't counted on being loudly accused of human trafficking right in his own lobby.

"I...It's a Playboy," was the only response he could muster.

"Clearly sir, you do like to play. I'll need to get your name."

Soma talked big, but looking at the cover for the address label would also mean disrespecting a naked slave girl, and thus all he could do was give the offending man a wide-eyed stare of utter disapproval while he tried to figure out what to do. Perhaps he could just take the entire magazine back to base and offer it to his CO.

"Look, kid. It's a nudie magazine. I'm not buying anything. Half those women wouldn't give me the time of day unless they saw my bankroll."

"Huh?" Soma asked, turned around by half of the unknown terminology the other man was using.

"J..just give it here! I have every right to buy magazines. I'm a healthy man, still in my prime, damn it!"

With that he reached forward and managed to get the playboy free from Soma's slackened grip. The man then leaned down and grabbed his briefcase before making a run for the elevator.

Soma watched him go in confusion but decided that the businessman couldn't be his roommate. His parents wouldn't put him with a human trafficker. He leaned down and retrieved his jacket, pulled it back on, and wandered back to his small bit of luggage still in a rather frazzled state.

He looked up when he heard a woman's voice and turned his intensely confused gaze upon her. It was a woman...which didn't make much sense since his father said that his roommate would be male. But she was the first person to ask so Soma nodded and tried a smile. It came more easily that he could have guessed. Perhaps her better mood was infectious. He forgot his bags again as he bounced up happily to meet her.

"Yes. I'm looking for my roommate. I'm Soma Ramsey in room...umm...he pulled at the key that was attached to the badge he still wore around his neck. 904. Do you know my roommate, miss?"

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Erica’s smile brightened impossibly so as the blonde man whose attention she sought made his way across the lobby. Easily happier than the actual tenant the librarian bounced on her toes gently until the distance between herself and the stranger was diminished, nodding her head in response to the question that he launched after introducing himself. “It’s nice to meet you Soma. My name is Erica Walker. You’ll probably see me around a lot.” The woman was planning to visit often, oh yes she was. Where would she be without her midday conversations with Nevio? They were more like midday monologues but she was sure that since the man was on his feet and out of the library that he would be a little chattier with her. “I do know your roommate! He should be--”

“WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP AND LET ME DO THIS PLEASE!?” Erica flinched when she heard that voice let in by a woman trying to get out of the apartment building, refusing to look in that direction. She was hoping that he was already inside at that point, not causing trouble with a man he was going to be seeing every day that he left his room and inadvertently making a bad first impression with his roommate for who knows how long.

“He’s a lot nicer when he’s indoors. I can vouch for that.” Laughing awkwardly muddy eyes twisted down to the foliage in her hands. “I brought a bonsai tree for you two!”

Nevio really just wanted to get inside so he could maybe take a nap or get used to his new living arrangement. The doorman however seemed to take his assisting job very seriously and kept constantly asking him if something was wrong and if he should call 911 and get him some professional help. “When will you understand that I don’t need professional help?” The computer geek in disguise already had limited patience to begin with so the guy just ran out of what little Nevio was willing to give him. “I need to touch this door handle without you interrupting me. IS THAT SO HARD? JUST TO SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME BE FOR 10 SECONDS!!?”

The second shot at raising the volume in his voice to get the guy to back off was the one that did the trick. Finally he was able to tap the doorknob 8 times, a 2 second pause between each tap. Tossing the cowering worker a glare Nevio finally wrapped his hands around the handle and pulled the door open, ignoring the looks from people in the lobby that were close enough to hear his outbursts. He noticed the look up from Erica though, and the guy standing across from her. “Don’t flirt with strangers. Come on, let’s go.” Without stopping the brunette spoke to the woman he could vaguely call an acquaintance, moving towards where the elevators were situated.

“Wait! This is your roommate!” Erica’s call for him made him stop and turn on his heels, blue eyes too soft to fit his personality taking the other man in. Already Nevio was able to tell that they were going to be like oil and water. Since he’d be seeing the other’s face every day he didn’t give him all that much of a look.

“Unless 903 is a nice way of labeling the lobby, we should get on the elevator instead of standing here.” Nevio replied simply, moving to the doors once again. Thankfully he got there alone and was allowed to push the up button 8 times without anyone bothering him. Erica laughed once again and turned to Soma.

“When I said indoors I meant in your apartment. He really is a sweetheart.” The woman hoped she didn’t just lie to the poor nice looking man, urging him to follow along as she followed Nevio towards an elevator that was opening up.
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He had no idea what to think of his roommate since he didn't appear to be right behind the kind woman who had called out to him. But at least she had. Perhaps the man in question was coming in with his things later? Soma knew that other people were capable of packing entire homes in luggage, especially when moving to a new place. He remembered when he'd come off-base to move Jeremy out to live with his girlfriend. He'd never seen so many things confined in cardboard boxes. It had been a sea of Jeremy's 'coveted treasures' that his father had kindly packaged for him the week earlier and stacked in equidistant piles in the living room. Soma had been forbidden from helping with most of them because...well, he was Soma which really brought about the question of why they asked him to help in the first place. He'd broken three 'action figures' before Jeremy could ask him to stop being so helpful.

But no, that apparently wasn't the problem. His roommate was apparently just having some trouble with the doorman. Soma grinned angelically at Erica and only shook his head. "It'll be nice to room with someone so lively."

But Soma did wonder what the issue was. The doorman had been as kind as could be to him when he'd wandered in and asked if it was the correct building (he'd shown him the itinerary his father had given him the night before and the man had laughed in that same way most people seemed to when faced with Soma for the first time). But maybe his roommate needed less assistance and wanted to get the door himself. Maybe he was a door opener too and they were from rival companies, and wanted to show the man how it was done.

He stayed perfectly still and studied his new roommate when the man finally entered the lobby after his altercation with the gentleman outside. He committed the face to memory automatically the moment he was close enough. His features were instantly pleasing, at least that would make him easier to identify as Soma didn't have a good memory for faces. Just faces. They'd trained him for years, and while Soma had a photographic memory that allowed him to remember the color of a piece of confetti that had fallen on someone's collar, he was almost lost with faces. So they decided that was good enough and gave him other factors to remember about people in the way of identifying them.

He was about to speak out when the man strode right past them and told Erica to stop 'flirting' whatever that was. He moved to follow her toward the elevators when he recalled that he was supposed to be carrying something. Soma turned and hurried back to his two bags and rolly case. He hated the rolly case, but apparently a box would be too hard to deal with since he was on his own. But the rolly case made it apparent when he was coming since it made an irritating wheel noise against any surface. Terrible for his usual methods. But this was a civilian area, and apparently here people may take offense to some of his normal habits, or so his daddy had warned him.

Soma swiftly made his way back to the elevators and ducked into the one where he recognized the case that his good-looking new roommate had brought with him. Among many of his misunderstandings with the real world, Soma was under the delusion that all elevator doors were homicidal in nature and he acted accordingly by kicking the closing nightmares so hard that the entire elevator shook and the doors slid off track.

"That was close. I thought I'd miss you and then I don't know what I'd do...I get lost rather easily."

He pulled his rolly case in last and then decided the best place to stand was by his new roommate since he had to get to know the other man anyway. Less than an inch away from the man since Soma wouldn't know what personal space was even if he had a dictionary definition imprinted on his retinas.
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((LMAO ‘rival door opening companies’. I laughed for 5 straight minutes xD))

Nevio would have started pressing the button to go up to his new place without waiting for his slow roommate to get into the moving box but the lit circle contained an odd number. He could be around the digits but he preferred not to physically be in contact with them. Living on the 9th floor…he’d probably be anxious sometimes, but he would fair after a while. Since getting them up to the correct level fell on Erica’s shoulders they did wait for blondie to get onto the lift. She tried to reach for the appropriate button as he got close enough but the thin woman ended up jumping back when the doors were kicked, looking at the stranger in surprise.

Well, they may be two peas in a pod. Erica waited for the man to get on and the doors to sort of shut again before jabbing the nine button and standing in the corner behind Nevio, tapping her feet to the nauseating elevator music pouring in from the roof.

The techie stared straight ahead silently, watching the red numbers tick away whenever their location changed. He couldn’t focus on those numbers when his body tensed up, noticing his new roommate’s very close proximity to him. His eyebrow twitched slowly and obviously, lids falling over his blue eyes as he silently counted to ten. That was the amount of time the guy had to catch the waves of anger radiating from his body and get on the other side of the elevator or he was going to stop the thing and take extreme enjoyment in kicking him so hard that he flew out of the emergency exit at the top.

Before he could get past four however their shoulders bumped up against one another. Nevio’s eyes flew open and he bit down on his tongue to keep from cussing out the bastard. Now he had to do it another 7 times. Which he did all without saying a word. “Nevio…” Erica noticed what her formerly homeless friend was doing and raised an eyebrow. Of all the time they spent together he never realized that the other’s touching habit extended to humans as well. “Are you okay?”

“If you ever get this close to me again, I will do bad things to you.” Nevio growled, narrowing his eyes at the man in an attempt to look threatening, something he knew he failed at. It was those innocent looking eyes that he inherited from his mother, the same ones that made her famous. What he wouldn’t give to have his dad’s rock hard glare.

“Look, we’re here!” Erica tried breaking the tension by shouting out with the elevator doors opened once again, jumping up and down. “Let’s go, I can’t wait to see your place!”
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((Aww. Nevio's adorably grumpy! I can tell these two are gonna be interesting together XD))

This would be fun. He had plenty to remember about the other man and it had only been three minutes. For one, he was a professional door opener, which would be difficult to forget. Soma would have to stay out of the way and learn how it was properly done. There was so much confusion in the world. Oh, but his mind got back on topic as he tried to recall what he was mentally going over. Yes, identifying factors. Well, there was the good looking thing but then again... Soma counted the threads in his sleeve that he could now see due to his finally being comfortably close to the other man. Of course, it wasn't like he'd always wear this same outfit, right? Soma was used to pretty much wearing the same thing every day and so he took for granted the fact that living on a base meant that everyone else did the same.

He had his hands politely clasped in front of him and his head was turned slightly toward the other man as he studied him. His face tended to always have this impassive, supremely idiotic look about it and smiling seemed to be as default an expression as frowning neutrally was to most people.

Fun! Soma's mind positively leapt for joy at the prospect. If there were a physical, cartoony equivalent to his anticipation of all the delightful times to come, it would have to be rainbow beams of happiness that shot from his eyes to his new, lively roommate. Soma had never had a friend. He'd always been much younger than anyone training him and besides, the base was more a family to him anyway. People tended to avoid him though, especially after they saw him work so he'd never gotten the chance to talk to most of the people unless they were really old or, later, really young.

So he'd lived a rather enclosed life altogether yet thanks to his mother and father's ingenuity he was having the chance to interact with someone his own age, someone he could try and talk to and be friends with and buy t-shirts together with at the happy mouse amusement park that he'd seen in a commercial at the donut shop (Soma also had the tendency to take everything he saw on television as fact).

So when they both wavered at the same time and their shoulders touched, Soma took the energy he felt brimming in the other man's body as the same nervous tingles he felt at a friendly point of contact.

His eyes widened slightly when the other man spoke. It was a voice he wouldn't likely forget anytime soon either. In the lobby it had been diluted by all the action happening around them, but with the music fading out as it changed to another song, he could hear the tone and pitch right in his ear. He sounded freaking AWESOME. Even the words were every bit the sort of demeanor that Soma always found fascinating in his fellow soldiers, but the man accomplished it with even greater superiority somehow.

"Oh wow. You have a great voice. It's like...what's that thing called?" He tilted his head to the side as a burst of vocabulary words came to mind and tapped his chin as he sorted through them. "Radio! Yes. I could probably spot yours in a crowded room now that I've heard it so clearly."

Thus Soma heard everything Nevio had said and it had washed over him like a light drizzle. He took the content to mean that the other man was also a little shy about meeting him. It was endearing, really.

"Oh. I haven't introduced myself," he said, kicking the doors again to ensure they stayed open as he pulled out his rolly case.

"I'm Soma Ramsey. Nice to meet you, especially since we're going to be roommates."

He didn't hold out his hand for shaking since that was a great way to get a blade to the neck. That was always lesson one. Never shake someone's hand. If you have to do something, shake right at the elbow to detect any hidden weapons but that left you open for attack as well so he tended to forgo such a strange formality.

The young man turned all the way around and took in the few doors in sight. He guessed from the outside appearance of the building that, considering the relative width of the building itself, there were relatively few areas on any floor, but in return they must be rather large.

Erica seemed to be on the right track though as she made a beeline toward a certain door. Soma followed her, dragging the accursed case. At least he'd be able to abandon the thing soon. It would certainly help his movements. He hated making noise.
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Needless to say the reply that Nevio got out of his roommate wasn’t the one he was expecting or hoping for. Even if he was going to play the incredibly bright and perky guy ala Erica then the least he could have done was acknowledge the brunette’s need for personal space and moved a few steps away from him while he went on about his voice of all of his attributes. Who stood this close to people on an elevator when it was nearly empty anyway? Taking the time to extend the intrusion into the male’s personal bubble the other introduced himself. All he got in reply was a small grunt to inform the other that he heard what he said so he wouldn’t stick around to repeat it.

Erica, despite being behind the two men taller than her, was the first off of the elevator and moving down the hall towards room 904. Nevio was itching to get away from Soma and breathe his own oxygen but he waited for the blonde to get off first before getting off of the elevator, tightening his grip on the duffle bag in his hand and touching his shoulder to ensure his laptop case was still on him. He kept his distance from the other two, already having enough with close contact for the day.

“Maybe I should be the one to open the door.” The librarian suggested with a light laugh, shifting the miniature tree in her hands and looking at her approaching friend. It was better to avoid an incident like the one downstairs with the doorman and thanks to the first impression Soma left her with she was worried that he would decide to kick the door down instead of just unlocking it. Remembering that the Nevio’s key was in her possession the woman freed a hand and dug into the plain white envelope she’d been given, taking the piece of metal that weighted the paper down and jamming it into the slot, turning the handle excitedly and shuffling in so the tenants behind her could get inside their new place.

While Erica seemed to be immediately taken in by the surroundings Nevio was unmoved. Then again it took a lot to shake his spirits in a positive way. On another hand he didn’t even want to be in the apartment, it could have been an unfurnished loft and he would have been as giddy as road kill. Whatever it was it was a much better option than living with his parents, parents that decided to start working from home. “This is so much nicer than my apartment! Oh man, I can’t wait to finish school and get a better job.” Erica sighed out wistfully, moving around the living room and towards the nearest window, setting the bonsai tree on a table nearby while she went to open the blinds. “Do you like it Nevio?”

“It has a roof and walls, I’m okay.” The brunette claimed, looking for the bedrooms. He hoped that they were positioned right beside each other or he was going to have to sleep out on the couch. “If you want, you can stay here and I can take your place.” Erica couldn’t even giggle, surprised that Nevio made something that resembled a joke.
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Soma hadn't traveled much outside of missions, and that wasn't traveling the way most people knew it. It was more getting on an airplane and then a helicopter and memorizing lines and lines of information till he was finally unceremoniously dumped on some beach or behind a secret base before he was to get down to work. He never had time to really appreciate the ride over and when he was working he also tended to know the exact layout of the destination so, in a sense, he always already knew where he was going.

Being faced with a completely new environment had the effect of making him feel as excited as an unlucky girl from the wrong side of the tracks in a resort hotel, and conversely anxious since it also meant if something bad went down he didn't know all the places someone could hide. Thus Soma was the last of the three, lagging behind the unhappy new roommate whose displeasure he was completely oblivious to as he made a mental map of the corridor from the elevator to the door that Erica was currently standing in front of. It took him about seventy steps. He was doing mental conversions in his weird little head when her voice broke through his tangled thoughts about opening the door. Odd, why didn't she want to leave it up to the professional?

"Do you like opening doors too? I guess that must be some sort of hobby that I never caught on to," Soma said, mostly to himself. He realized that he'd be left behind if he allowed himself to stay lost in thought so the young man took a renewed interest in getting to the ultimate goal of his apartment and pranced down the hall to swiftly move past the door way into the living area of the apartment.

It had a balcony, which immediately made him anxious. Not only a balcony, but one of those huge ones with so many windows that you wouldn't need a single light on in the day. So apparently his father's real estate friend was suicidal. Oh well, he could always fix it later.

Considering he didn't have an ounce of furniture to his name, it was no surprise that the place was furnished, and it was actually pre-furnished by his Aunt Marianne (on his father's side) since his parents were exorbitantly wealthy and that sort of thing would be too much trouble to do bit by bit. Aunt Marianne sadly had no idea what Soma did for a living but she'd always been under the suspicion that he was 'special' in some way and that was why she barely ever saw him, even during the obligatory two times a family must meet during the year (Christmas and Thanksgiving). His family was so ashamed since the rest of them were so brilliant that they hid him away to try and avoid teasing or some unknown sense of disgrace.

So she'd done her best to make the space adaptable for Soma and his new roommate. The interior was designed with a sleek, modern look in mind with so much metal that everything could be cleaned with a washcloth in five minutes but the real kicker was that everything was also labeled.

The table had a big, sappy picture of a smiling picnic table pasted right at the center, the couch cushions all had the same rendering of an anthropomorphic loveseat upholstered along with the shell white fabric, but the doors were what really drew the eye. The one closest to the window-wall that terrified Soma so had a giant plaque that couldn't possibly be misread, decorated in a glittery tag so awful that even a five year old would say it was too much, labeled as"Soma's Room!". The door beside it had a slightly less ostentatious tag that contained "Soma's Roommate! Welcome!" and a twin to Soma's beneath it with a blank space for Novio to write his name. There was even a small kit sitting right beside his door filled to the brim with obnoxious glitteries so Novio could properly finish his door identifier along with a list of emergency numbers (including the "Center for Adults with Special Needs" highlighted in orange) that Marianne had entrusted Soma's then unknown roommate with.

Overall it was hard to tell if she was trying to make this a preschool classroom or some sort of cheesey dorm, not that Soma knew what either of those two things were. What he thought was that his wonderful aunt had surprised him again with the unexpected.

"Oh. I didn't expect this," he exclaimed brightly as he dropped his bags and glanced over at the door that was to be his. "My Aunt Marianne's an interior designer so she must have wanted to surprise me. I hope it's alright."

He really did. Living with blank walls and a cot to call home every night didn't tender taste in what a room or living area should look like. As far as Soma was concerned, his parents might be the odd ones for not labeling every little thing in their house. Maybe she'd gotten a list of his door opener roommate's special preferences.

"Do you like it, Miss Erica?" He asked. "I'm sure that my daddy's friend could find you something like it if you wanted him to."
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Nevio had some mental…ticks and quirks and among them were his very intricate views on proximity when it came to being in rooms and around people. That was what ended up getting him kicked out of the library after all, because he couldn’t enter a bathroom stall when there was someone directly besides him. There was so much more, more things that he didn’t encounter in the Genealogy section thanks to the seclusion, but one thing that he was positive of was that he wasn’t able to sleep in a room sharing a wall with someone’s bedroom.

He resigned himself quickly to making his home in the living room as Erica continued to examine the apartment and exclaim that it was so much better than her own even with the…odd interior. Nevio was just noticing the set up of the place himself. Having noticed the location of the door, he actually took in what was going on with it…especially what was going on with the door besides it. “Are you planning on hosting young children here?” Saying his first words to his roommate that weren’t out of frustration blue eyes looked around the room towards him. Did he have a son or daughter? That was just perfect. Well, at least he didn’t have too much they could touch.

Don’t let them touch me, please. Children’s fingers scared him. Firstly they were always exploring odd, unknown orifices and more often than not weren’t getting washed like they should because the little terrors couldn’t be bothered with a bar of soap unless they were allowed to eat it afterwards. Secondly they were always an odd size, too big to belong to a bug but too small to belong to a reasonable human. It freaked him out to imagine them touching him without abandon so he stopped, thinking about it, turning back to the door instead.

As he was pulling off the list of numbers stuck to a misplaced box of decorations Erica stopped looking at the pictures on the couch cushion and fawning over their unique adorableness. “Oh! Well…that would be nice, but I doubt that I would be able to afford it. I can barely pay my rent as it is.” She giggled nervously, daring to sit down on the couch for a moment. “Maybe if you and Nevio are still around when I get a new job then I can come back and ask!...I can keep coming over, right Nev?”


Blue hues were attracted helplessly to a line of text enhanced by orange so he didn’t turn away from his paper. “You’ll do it even if I say no, so why not?” Better for her to think that she was allowed to come by anytime she wanted so she didn’t drop in every second that she could. Erica let out a happy cheer and turned to Soma to ask him if he would be bothered having a visitor while Nevio’s eyes remained stuck onto the ‘Adult Children with Special Needs’ line that was jumping out at him and hitting him in the face. So his parents decided it was best he lived with a ‘special’ guy. The set up was so wonderful that he couldn’t contain his excitement, leaning forward and hitting his head against the door 8 times. He was beginning to wonder if he would want to go back to his household full of porn stars in a few weeks. Despite him being too close for comfort back in the elevator he didn’t seem horrible. Only time would tell if he was going to have to kill Erica for kicking him out of the library or not.
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Soma hadn't given much thought to his cover story. In an odd sense, clearly in his own little fantasy-land, he'd thought that perhaps he could just be honest with this new friend he would be rooming with, but when he actually thought of introducing himself as an international agent working against evil corporations and terrorist organizations, it fell a little flat, even in his mythological mind. So what could he do for a living? Or say he did for a living? Soma could only hope that neither Erica nor Nevio would ask before he'd had some time to think of a cover story since, as a complete contradiction to most of what he did, Soma was incapable of lying to people, or at least lie to them in a convincing manner. His mother had reamed him about it for years on end, asking what would happen if he were captured and questioned. His answer always was that they'd eventually see reason and he could change topics until he was either executed on the spot or else they finally decided to let him go. So far he hadn't had the opportunity to test this method, which was probably a great boon to the country as a whole.

Nevio's question upon seeing the interior of the place threw him off guard. What about the place meant that he'd assume kids would be coming over? Soma liked children, generally, they were so fun and seemed to have as much energy as he did, but he'd never really been involved with them in great numbers and he couldn't imagine bringing them past the homicidal elevators.

"I don't think so..." Soma started. "My auntie just has really unique taste I think. Wanted to make it easier for us. See, there are even little shadows with photographs for the kitchen tools over there. Nothing will ever be out of place."

Clearly his Aunt had gotten ahold of their father's teacher books. Soma opened up the door to his room and noticed that everything inside was also labeled, if possible with letters even bigger than in the living room. He pushed his rolly case into the room and out of sight and in a flash his other two bags had joined it on his bed before he closed the door and turned back to Erica, who was saying something about not being able to afford an apartment like theirs. He cocked his head and gave her a confused look that he tried to disguise as just close interest (money was also something Soma never worried about to an insane degree but most people said that all filthy rich children tended to have that issue).

"You're going to come over often? That'd be wonderful, the last time I've ever really talked to a young lady around my age she was trying to kill me so feel free to come over as often as you'd like." Soma was sure that one day he'd figure out the big deal with girls since the men on base were so preoccupied with posters of them and perhaps once he got to know Erica better he'd be able to finally ask her.

Soma's thoughts were further interrupted by the sight of his new roommate banging his head against his door repeatedly. He swiftly moved to the other man's side and gently put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly as he unknowingly made puppy-sad eyes in his direction.

"I'm sorry. Do you not like my auntie's work? I can ask her to change it if you'd like. Or is it the door problem you had earlier? People can be really insensitive when it comes to other's livelihoods. Oh, the doorman? Is the knob not to your liking?" It could be anything at this point.
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“Oh my! You have such a…quirky sense of humor.” Erica giggled, figuring that Soma didn’t mean a woman tried to kill him in a literal sense. She was the girl that really took things far too literally. Nevio had minimal human contact for two years and in the span of a month he managed to accumulate two associates with questionable mental abilities. He didn’t know that a guy could be so lucky.

“Thank you though! Do you know how to cook? Nevio doesn’t. I can bring you guys dinner every once and a while too. I live by myself and it’s always more fun to cook for other people than it is for one’s self.” The librarian beamed, looking from her tree sitting lonely on a labeled table back to her old friend and a possible new friend as the former library resident had a moment against his doorway. Erica was just as confused about the outburst as Soma. Did he feel excluded because his door wasn’t decorated as…lively as Soma’s? That was strange, Erica didn’t see Nevio as the type to be jealous of anyone. After all he lived with nearly nothing for so long and didn’t appear to have a problem with it.

Nevio didn’t exclaim what his problem really was, that he was afraid that the woman closest to him and his new roommate were basket cases and he didn’t think he could share a living space with them for so long. He wanted to, and he would have, but Soma sufficiently kept him from having an outburst by laying a hand on him. His head immediately pulled off of the door, eyes going small as he looked to the blonde and then to the appendage onto him.

He just talked with the guy about being near him on the way up to their place. Why would he assume that touching didn’t count if he wasn’t allowed within a few inches of Nevio? There was a side of him that wanted to keep calm enough for him to throw Soma out of the balcony window wall but the part of him that wanted to have a panic attack got control of him first.

Blue eyes went big and watery as he looked back to Soma. Nevio wanted to look peeved to the highest degree but instead he gave off the air of being innocent and vulnerable, tears of discomfort welling up in his eyes. “Why are you touching me? You shouldn’t be doing this! I can’t be touched! Why…you…I can’t take this!” So maybe there were going to be three basket cases hanging out in the apartment, at least until someone convinced Nevio to get back on regular meds. Nevio pulled away from the hand, moving to the couch where he took a seat next to the shocked Erica. She wanted to reach out and hug him but she also didn’t want to cause another panic attack. Instead she decided to book it before things got any more uncomfortable.

“I’ll stop by tomorrow to see how you’re doing Nevio.” Erica smiled as she got to her feet, turning to Soma and waving. “It was nice meeting you Soma. You two have a good night.” Erica scuttled out of the door, leaving Nevio frustrated on the couch and his blonde roommate to figure out how to live with the guy on his own.
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Maybe this would be a little more difficult than he'd originally thought. If real people were concerned about things like doors and opening them correctly then the real world was more nuanced than he could ever imagine. Or perhaps he was being too unreleatable. What could he possibly do about that?

He hoped that his words would at least comfort his new roommate which hopefully would be a step toward becoming better friends and getting more used to the world as most civilians knew it. The hand on Nevio's shoulder was meant to be a gesture of camaraderie for friends on equal ground as opposed to the ruffled-hair gestures that all his teammates seemed to do to signify that no matter how well he did in simulations, he was the kid of the team.

Soma didn't consider himself to be very insensitive as a whole. Whenever any sort of character died onscreen in a movie, even the bad guys, he always cried in sympathy at the loss of human life. Actually, when he was much younger he'd always thought that when someone onscreen died it meant that the actor forfeited his or her own life for the sake of the movie, thus making the act even more traumatizing and tear-worthy. So he liked to hope that he was able to emphasize with others.

So when Nevio teared up and said that he shouldn't be touched, his eyes automatically started to blur as a strange automatic response to someone else's distress. He stood, completely frozen as his mind actually seemed to take in this new information since it had been delivered with such a change in character and demeanor. He hardly noticed that Erica had left as he stood, hand still outstretched as Soma's strange brain processed.

He didn't want to be touched. The reasons were either a ) personal, b ) medical or c ) professional. Soma wasn't sure he knew the man well enough to have him onbject on personal grounds unless it was hatred at first sight and he tended to get that vibe right away if that was the case (note: he never gets that vibe even when it is the case), but medical and professional were things that Soma knew well. Perhaps he had some rare condition in which his body atrophied or broke apart or something if he was touched, or maybe he was in a clinical trial with some new vaccination and couldn't risk other toxins being introduced into his system. Or perhaps his profession was one where he was always kept away from everything else, maybe he was one of those poster people and every thread of his clothes and hair on his head had to be a certain way for that. All were real possibilities.

Soma filed this all away under the "Nevio mystery" file in his mind and wiped at his eyes with a hand as he backed away till the doorknob leading to his room was pressing against his mid-back.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just trying to make you feel better," He rubbed at his eyes again to ensure perfect sincerity with the absence of tears before he continued. "I...um...I'll never touch you again since no one's supposed to, you can take my word on that, I never go back on it."

It was easy enough to amend. Whenever Nevio was insight, his mind would just recall that he'd put a tag that he needed to never touch and always stay at least four Soma lengths away from his roommate at all times.
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Nevio’s panic attack was settling down just as quickly as it took hold of the brunette when the blonde apologized for his actions. As long as he understood that touching between them wasn’t meant to happen then he would be hunky dory. It had been a while since Nevio was in the general population and wasn’t being out and out discriminated against because of his obviously homeless nature so it was going to take a while to get back to interacting on normal terms. The first impression he left was horrible, if only because Soma decided to stop on a great deal of his bad nerves within the first 10 minutes of meeting him. That could have been avoided if he just indulged in common courtesy and respected the personal bubble rule.

“Thank you.” Nevio wasn’t completely without manners. He’d be living with the man after all, and by the looks of the numbers that his auntie apparently left for him he’d also be keeping an eye out for him. He was a bit worried to see what else ‘special needs’ entailed. He wasn’t CPR certified, the closest thing he could do to perform a Heimlich maneuver was to bash at the choker’s stomach shamelessly until something popped out of their mouth (nothing ever did), and if he was trapped in a burning bubble bath then Nevio was booking it to the door to save himself and his laptop.

The thought of the piece of technology reminded him to reach for the old carrying bag, setting it on his lap and unzipping it. His eyes lazily took another scan around the living room and noticed just how sterile it looked. Sterile? Yes, that felt like the right word to Nevio. All of the metal within the space he could see, it made him feel like he was in a futuristic dome of sorts and that if he opened up a drawer a lever would pop out and start probing his brain. Actually that would be worth seeing if it was his roommate’s noggin and not his own.

“I’m Nevio.” The man long ago assumed that his chatty librarian gave away his name and whatever information that she had about him to his roommate but it was in his best interest to go back and do it himself. He had the idea that not introducing himself would come back to haunt him in some way if the living situation ended badly. “I don’t party or host friends, unless you count Erica, so I won’t be in your way.” Reaching into his unzipped bag Nevio pulled out his beloved laptop, a very old thing that was considered a fossil 5 years ago. It was the brunette’s baby though. Forget Macs, Nevio’s no name computer was probably the safest around. “As long as you’re quiet then I wouldn’t have a problem with you.”
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Soma glanced down at the floor between the door to his room and the couch where his roommate was currently spread out to count the feet between them. If he could fix how big Nevio was supposed to look at the correct distance for his needs in his own mind then it would be pretty much automatic. The young man opened the door and inched backward into his room room one, then two steps before he was satisfied.

He smiled, distress now forgotten since he'd found the optimal distance, and Soma clasped his hands behind his back and prepared to pay attention to his now chattier roommate. Hard to imagine that someone wouldn't want to be touched or seen from a comfortable distance. Soma never worried about such things since he had the tendency to look up close and personal for weapons or possible weapons before he interacted. If the other person didn't have the means or desire to attack you then what was the harm of being so friendly? Maybe it was something that Soma was incapable of understanding. He'd made many a man on the base uncomfortable with proximity, now that he thought about it, but Kenya had always said it was because he looked just like her and she certainly terrified the shit out of the most battle-hardened soldier.

But Nevio's words were somewhat perplexing at first. Soma narrowed his eyes in though and sounded it out in his mind. "Party? How do you party?" he whispered to himself. That couldn't be the proper way to use the word. One went to parties or perhaps formed parties, but that didn't explain how Nevio could simply 'party' or refrain from partying as he'd said.

But the quiet thing Soma thought he could do...maybe. "You want me to be quiet? Do you perhaps have quiet hours or do you want me to go into stealth mode? That might get a little lonely if so. I mean, I don't want to bother you but I hope that we can be friends." Maybe it was turning out to be a more perplexing request than Soma had originally thought. Quiet hours had their place on base. One wasn't supposed to be out of his room late at night unless there was a secret mission going on and this was a test to see if he could follow orders but possibly with the knowledge that if he needed to he could weed out the members that were lying to him and, in the right set of circumstances, sneak out even when quiet hours were in effect just to show that he was a good soldier but capable of independent thought. That was why quiet hours were vital but sometimes harder to follow than they seemed.

Stealth mode was a must for missions but Soma hadn't ever tried it in domestic circumstances except that one time his mother had finally had enough of his chatter when she was taking him to the dentist. She'd mistakenly yelled at him and then ordered stealth so he'd finally shut up. But Soma was always one eager to please and especially since she'd stepped on his feelings he well and truly threw himself into stealth mode. By the time they'd arrived at the office Soma was apparently mysteriously vanished from the car and only when the cleaner entered the top-secret dental room did he finally come out of hiding from the air vents in order to get on with his appointment (right behind her and with the whirring drill in hand in case she'd need it). He'd scared the crap out of her to the point where she'd refused to clean his teeth since she had to lie down and prevent some sort of heart condition from acting up. He'd felt terrible.
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And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't;
So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road.
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope;
It's a shot in the dark aimed right at my throat.
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