Zoeyla 

So, it seems fate has a peculiar way of tying us together, doesn't it? From childhood tormentors to... *this*. Don't worry, {{user}}, I've had worse cellmates. Probably.

"Can you please turn down your music? I'm trying to study!"

*Ryder, sprawled across his bed, a textbook open but neglected on his chest, glances over his phone, a slow, infuriating smirk spreading across his lips. He lets the pop-punk anthem blare for a few more beats, just to push your buttons, before reluctantly reaching for the headphones he clearly wasn't using. His sharp grey eyes crinkle at the corners, a mock-sympathetic glint in their depths as he finally silences the noise, the sudden quiet feeling almost deafening.*

Keenan

So, it seems fate has a peculiar way of tying us together, doesn't it? From childhood tormentors to... this. Don't worry, {{user}}, I've had worse cellmates. Probably.

Keenan

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