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On one dark, conspicuous morning, the tinted sun barely visible past the lengthy horizon, a college student named Namir - a six foot tall, athletically enhanced gray-pelted wolf - was engaged in a lengthy conversation over the phone with his similar-in-appearance mother and father. Namir, along with his mom and dad, have often been disaccorded with each other, whether it was a simple disagreement, social matters or even worse. Namir disliked his family - the two people that figured they'd be rich some day by having and supporting successful children (which was ironic since his parents hadn't given him any support through the years)- thus was incredibly happy to leave his parents behind. Nonetheless, he was now a freshman at a moderately expensive four year college that he single-handedly planned to pay off with his well-paying job at his dad's self employed moving business.

"Okay, love you, bye mom, bye dad," Namir repeated, dying to finally finish talking to his suddenly caring and emotional parents and be on his way. This was to be his second day at college; he knowingly avoided meeting this going-to-be-living-with-for-four-years person, whomever it may be. Namir had ended the talk with his parents, sitting up between two cold roots of a tree outside of the college, one of three laid out across the medium-sized campus. Bells rang. Hurriedly, Namir grabbed his red sports bag and paced himself in a speedy manner, trying not to miss anything before class began. Namir had a hard time trying to motivate himself in throughout high school, so he planned that he would focus and hopefully get what he hoped for - a major in teaching, history, and anatomy.

Namir's first class was algebra, his worst subject. Following that was language, then German class. It was noon by the end of those classes, which were the most painful for him. Namir used some of the money he got from his dad's self-employed moving job and bought lunch at the local mall before returning to the rest of his classes. Finally he had finished his teaching and anatomy class. Not thinking about finding his dorm, Namir picked out his car keys from his assortment of keys attached on a ring within his blue jeans. He unlocked his car door and entered, closing the door behind him, edgy about maintaining his chill. Hands on the steering wheel, he though, and he thought. Thought about what he might be missing out on at the dorms. Maybe his dorm-mate was cool? None-the-less, it was better than sleeping at his old home with his parents. He hopped out of the car and locked it with a press of a button. Alright. Get it together Nam. How bad can it be? Walking on the sidewalk that lead around the campus, remembering the tour he'd received of the entire campus yesterday, he followed the concrete over to Dorm Three, the dorm located on the far right side of the campus. It was nearly pitch black outside, smooth wind blowing chillingly past the fur on his cheeks. Namir shivered; he checked the time on his phone, curious as to how late it was. It was nine thirty, and Namir, through his confidence, tensed up and began breathing heavily. What if my room-mate is sleeping? Or studying? Or gone? What do I say? What to do... Instead of trying to answer his own questions, he shrugged them off, opening the somewhat heavy metal doors that led into a tall hallway. The ceiling was at least fifteen feet high, and, through his anxiety, noticed the décor; the walls along with the ceiling were golden-brown, and the doors were a light tan. Almost suddenly, he felt more comfortable in the welcoming environment. After looking around the hall for some time, Namir sought out room 339. Luckily for him, he managed to find it rather quickly, on the bottom floor of which he already roamed. Room 339. 339. 339. Oh no. No, no, no... 339.

Before making his entrance into the room, he looked around, incase they would just be coming back from elsewhere. It was fairly quiet; all he could hear were footsteps going up higher through the dorm. He shrugged the straps from his backpack around the wrist of his right hand, almost making him losing balance. Before he knocked, Namir put his left ear up against the cool door. Hmm. Nothing. He gripped the knob with a sweaty hand and stood there. He wasn't sure what was holding him back. He turned his wrist; it wouldn't turn. Namir grunted. In his uneasiness, he completely forgot about the dorm key that was given to him by the head of the dorm the day he arrived. He grabbed the ring of keys and picked out the key that shared the same color of the door. Okay. Here goes...

Namir, shaken by his timid, hesitant nature, finally managed to pluck off the wings of the butterflies in his stomach and twist the knob. He walked in, assuring himself that no one was there. The heavy door slowly shut behind door, making his heart jump. Namir chuckled at himself for being so fidgety. He took in the senses of the room; the kitchen was small and at his left, smelling of recently-cooked pot-roast. His mouth drooled a bit; he padded over to the smell. Upon lifting the top of the pot, there was scraps of beef and vegetables left at the bottom, drowning in a ton of the beef's juices. Without hesitation, he quickly dabbed his fingers into the pot for a scrap of meat. He picked up a sliced carrot and a slab of beef; looking around cautiously, he dropped the food into his mouth. He sighed with content. Yum... He sucked his fingers of the tasty juice and put the top back on the pot roast. He kept the food in his mouth for a long period of time, absorbing the outrageous taste throughout his tongue and gums. Feeling more comfortable with this new place, he lobbed his book-heavy backpack onto the long brown couch in the living room; the room itself took up more than half of the entire dorm. He took a seat on the couch next to his stuff - he practically sunk into the cushions. He now noticed the stuff on the coffee table - unfamiliar things such as a backpack with books laid on top of it, a phone, and other personal items. He began to feel less homey again. A scent suddenly took his attention away from the person's things. It was a familiar scent, that much was certain; he wrinkled his nose at the smell of himself. He was loaded with stress sweat, staining the pits of his white t and even his red sweatshirt. Namir gasped; he closed his arms onto his sides and nervously walked around the table and back into the kitchen, franticly looking for any signs of when the stranger would be returning. Eventually, he hovered over the fridge, noticing several different color-orientated sticky notes patterned along the freezer's edge. He read them in order whilst listening for footsteps outside of the room. The notes read:

Hello room-mate. Sorry for being absent. I'll be back at around 7:30 pm. I've got a few errands to run. Hope you had a good first day. ~Ham

Hey stranger. I'll be late tonight. Very late in fact. My cousin's birthday is today. We'll be drinking and partying, so I suggest you go to sleep as soon as you read this. Close regards, ~Ham

_Hey there. I'll be home earlier today, possibly 9 pm. See you soon - _

If you're still coming. ~Ham

Nodding through the messages, Namir pulled the green sticky off, then the blue one. He stopped at the red and re-read it numeral times. Slowly and distrustfully, he slipped out his phone from his pocket. He checked the time; it was 8:30. He sighed anxiously. I still have thirty minutes. I should be able to take a quick shower and be ready for them. Namir knew that he should let whomever else lived here know that he was present. He figured he'd do this by leaving his backpack and phone laid up parallel to the wall outside of the dorm.

Namir relaxed a bit after the water shooting from the shower head warmed up. With the bathroom door locked and the hot, moist steam soothing his sinuses, the stress eventually melted off of his gray fur. He checked out the shampoos; none of the several bottles were gender specific, puzzling the soaked Namir. Wanting to avoid smelling like his room-mate in any way, he just continued to soak himself in the hot water, using his hands as rags to get rid of the sweat that strangely stained his clothes and the tangles in his soaking fur. Bizarrely enough, Namir felt as if he was invading another person's home which gave him awkward jitters. He reached for the towel he had hung over the shower curtain and tried to quickly dry off.

As Namir was whistling a tune, there was a knock at the door. Namir wrapped the white towel around his wet waist. Regrettably, he left his backpack outside the door with his spare outfit. He began to fret the consequences, but consisted he'd open the door anyway. Having to re-tuck the warm towel into place to assure its security, Namir opened the bathroom door, causing steam to shoot out, a new cold air making him shiver.

Namir was ready to meet his new room-mate. He opened the door.

Namir stood in the doorway, an ivory-colored towel wrapped firmly around his athletic frame, the towel fitting perfectly around his hips and butt; the canine blushed; he was barely clothed. What a first impression, the gray wolf thought to himself. Namir still dripped with the now cool water from the shower moments ago, and mixed with the intense change of temperature and his embarrassment, he shivered uncontrollably. Instead of making himself appear cold, he improvised, pretending to be perfectly calm.

The wolf turned that golden knob, ready to reveal himself to the stranger. Maybe this is going to be okay... he wondered.

The door parted open; Namir would rather have the other person edge the door open the rest of the way, he'd rather not risk what might happen if he accidentally loosened the towel around his waist. Luckily for him, you noticed the door being pulled by four tan fingers, a conjoined thumb against the door's side.

Namir came to notice a tall figure like himself : a German Shepherd, hardly shorter than himself, with the typical tan and black fur that'd run in any Shepherd's genes. He wore a white t-shirt and athletic gray shorts; he wore them so well. He could tell that he was excited to see him because a fluffy tail wagged impatiently from behind.

The door fully opened; when the German Shepherd saw him, he stepped back, timidly chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.

"Oops - I didn't mean to disturb you. Name's Ham - I'm your roommate," the canine barked.

Namir blushed in response. Ham understood his situation and offered the wolf his hand. Namir reached out and almost forgot about the tight towel, securing it against him as he grasped Ham's hand. The heat from his hand felt warm and welcoming. Namir smiled.