In which Dave Strider gets a Roomate

Part 1

<p data-p-id="91e3e02485134adf7cabd4197439b07a">PROLOGUE

<p data-p-id="cd43bfc8571a846a9a568aa1252b6112">A Lonely Bachelor No Longer

<p data-p-id="974307875ecfd9c21ae4b8abc0c4a675">____________________________________________________

<p data-p-id="046ff92b9500f53e9445ee9acd46947f">The second you clicked the button to publish your housing ad, a heavy sigh escaped your lungs and you sunk back into your leather office chair. Fuck. You had gotten really used to having the whole flat to yourself these past couple of weeks, but maintaining such a lifestyle required a bit more cash than you had anticipated. You had watched your savings trickle away with a grimace, bit by agonizing bit, and now you could no longer shrug your shoulders and wistfully say, "eh, I'm good for a while."

<p data-p-id="5d01c98b8ec043fee5a12d5801841423">It was all thanks to your wonderful, fucking infuriating brother. What he had done these past couple of years had been nothing short of awesome (raising you single-handedly, saying "yeah, sure, we can hop on over there" with no questions asked when you got accepted to your first choice university, splitting rent for a condo halfway and helping you out every now and then with food and gas...), but here was where it inevitably came to a screeching halt. He got an offer for a job overseas that you Just Don't Say No To, and it was "all right little dude, I'm outta here, don't get pregnant or break any of my shit," and two weeks later he was gone, back turned to your two middle fingers. Which you didn't really mean. You only really meant one of them.

<p data-p-id="a094adb8179a768062071c25dcd223a9">Alas, after a short, but blissful lone-bachelor stint, you figured you had better get a damn roommate before school started or else you were royally screwed. A bowl of mac and cheese, two pale ales, and half an hour later, your unironically bland housing post was up for grabs. Ugh.

<p data-p-id="bfc72d005dc57facb31993b51b733bef">-- ghostyTrickster [GT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] at 20:46 --

<p data-p-id="5af4c1b7987b0adee2b9a19ebd3ff1b4">GT: daaaaaave.

<p data-p-id="a3cfea44bd6eab4eb8258067f15ba9f6">TG: sup

<p data-p-id="d93bebdc7f2e4946cce90513b5b8be32">GT: fucking summer ochem hw.

<p data-p-id="df4ecc6d367eca3298e43fe9f764badb">GT: mechanisms are swimming in front of my eyes.

<p data-p-id="34c341de06edcfc0c10c9f0358695e93">TG: that sucks

<p data-p-id="ef18e30cd0da15391d346e284ff1c6f0">GT: yes. yes it does.

<p data-p-id="63b048fa0d99bb2f86f976a5b42a423b">GT: and now that i have your esteemed second opinion, i am officially done for tonight.

<p data-p-id="a0a397a28378fcbaeacbbb89824a9274">TG: cool

<p data-p-id="2a928b8089657c6de7111f106e9e5a85">GT: yep.

<p data-p-id="7f72ed22a897d431a634b615bad3e34f">GT: so...

<p data-p-id="de2ab29420280d83f9f1d5a9c8952d65">TG: just posted a roommate wanted ad

<p data-p-id="bd07789862dd2178c0a211753dd04861">GT: ...

<p data-p-id="9167174a2a1f68096a39f3aa95694591">GT: wait......

<p data-p-id="a39142ec9c9855dadcce1f744d6d684c">GT: WHAT???

<p data-p-id="f776bf9886c7c82421ea1b12f44ca1db">TG: yep

<p data-p-id="5b552d0ab7e7d04c2f628a6a3b86cafe">GT: no fucking way.