"Everyone gets at least 3 roommates, four, if they're lucky," Eric says. Speaking of which, you hear a knock. Must be him.
"I'll get it," you say. After opening the door, you see another guy, winded, looks more frail, but on account of his glasses, probably smarter than you two already here.
"Um, is this #62?" he asks.
"Is that a rhetorical question?" you jokingly ask. He just smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Oh, haha, guy. Help me out here?"
"Yeah, sure." It was just a box anyway... heavy as hell!
"Dude--"
"It's Samuel, but yes?" You held back a laugh.
"What's in here?"
"Just the basics. I hear things will get better throughout." Basics? You don't want to know what advanced is then.
After that workout, you dust yourself off. "Well then, I'm [your name], and this is Eric."
He takes a look at him and asks, "How well do you take care of your hair?"
"This box here contains all my hair care," Eric replies. "If you want to, help yourselves out."
"Meh, I'll think about it. So, what's next?"
"I think we're supposed to meet up in the mess hall," you answer. "They're gonna give an intro to teachers and such. I couldn't hear when exactly, though."
"Well, that's promising," Eric muses. "Then..."
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