"I think the word that coems to mind most easily is 'eyesore." Peter sent what even he had to admit was a prissy look in 4chan's direction, picking up the coffee cup and getting out of the seat. Even sitting too close to the other psychopomp was raising his blood pressure at this rate. Why couldn't he just work on his work in peace -
Well, wait one moment. He was in NYU at the moment; this wasn't an average state college. There was nothing stopping him from at least attempting to take the intiative, he realized. For every student that lost their academic standing to funny-junk websites and distractions, there was at least one student who kept studying, or another student that got their proverbial act together and rose up to the top of their class. There was always at least one student that didn't offer mind-altering substances when they were certainly not welcome.
What did he think this was, the spring break? Peter suppressed the urge to shudder at the mental mention of it, and gestured to the door with slightly more force than necessary. This really was too much to be polite about.
"And no, you are not smoking pot in my apartment. No thank you. If you're considering doing that, you're welcome to leave the premises."