Who: Bobby and Dominic When: Friday morning Where: Their dorm What: Bobby finally got to rest in his own bed, except it was late and the other boy in the room was already asleep. Now it's time for the roommates to get acquainted - for the second time.
It was late Thursday evening when Robert Drake returned to his dorm room for the second time. He had been there once earlier in the day, going through the things in there to try and suss his identity. It was obvious two people lived there, but Robert wasn't sure what belonged to who. It would have been easier if his roommate, this Dominic fellow according to the directory, had been there. But since he wasn't, Rob helped himself to everything in the mood as he tried to decide which belongings and clothes were his. Fairly certain he knew which side of the room was his after comparing photos and shirt sizes, he had then retreated back out into the school to meet more people and learn why the hell could possibly he here.
After spending most of the evening with Remy and Jono, Rob wasn't all that more informed. He knew he had to be a mutant to be at mutant school with all these other obvious people, but he still couldn't figure out his mutation. He had thought he was a telepath, but that was a bust. Granted, he still could be, but he was a weak one that could only read one British boy's mind. It was awkward and frustrating. Finally tired, he returned. This time, his roommate was home ... Robert could tell from the lump in one of the beds and the heavy breathing.
Rob was horribly curious about the other boy. To be roommates, wouldn't they have to be friends? Perhaps he knew more about him than Rob did. Perhaps Dominic was one of the blonde boys that was in all these pictures Robbie found in his phone. Feeling too guilty when he thought of waking the boy up at this late hour, Robbie changed and instead went to bed himself for the first time that he could remember in this dorm room. What he assumed was his bed was far more comfortable than the bench in the hallway from the night before. It was easy for Rob to drift to sleep.
Around 7 am though, Robbie's sleep was causing him to toss about. His mind with nothing but two days worth of memories for inspiration made his dreams a nightmare, realizing the paranoia Bobby had that they were in some government institution. People in white lab coats wanted to give them wings, change their skin color, and make them German. The horror! Rob was running in his dream, and then tripped. Tripping was apparently the go-to way to make up, because Robert shot up in his head. In his haste, his arm wacked the alarm clock on his nightstand and it fell onto the ground with a THUD.