Brandon smiled brightly and slipped into his room. Once inside he fell back against the door and run his fingers through his thick, curly hair, “The gods must be testing me”, he mumbled to himself, “They place the twin of Adonis in my room, to be my roommate from Autumn to Spring, to see if I can still concentrate on my studies”. He walked away from the door, rubbing the back of his neck, “It’s like an obstacle course…”, he sat on the corner of his bed and sighed, “…a stunningly beautiful, stormy-blue-eyed, luscious-lipped, buff to the max, brunet obstacle course”. He dropped his face into his hands, “Oh yeah, I’m gonna get through this”, he chuckled.
Dropping the terry-cloth wrap, Brandon selected a pair of soft denim shorts to slide on; he seldom wore underwear. Looking in the mirror, he used his fingers to comb through his blond curls to make sure his hair was perfect, before he went back outside. He also tried to contain his glow a little; he was able to bring his luminescence down to the level of a soft white, but not make it go away completely. He started to turn away from his mirror and hesitated; a bottle of his favorite cologne called to him and he saw no reason not to dab just a little on before going back out to visit with Xan. Everyone likes to smell good, right? It wasn’t like he was jumping the guy’s bones or anything. Okay, I have to steer away from that kind of thing. No Jumping bones!! No jumping anything!!!
Straightening his back and putting on a bright white smile, Brandon left his room and headed to the kitchen to find his new roommate. “Xan! “, he called the adorable guy’s name as he approached, “So, I’m sorry about the state of undress…”, he grinned as he opened the fridge, “…I guess it’s lucky that I even had that on. I was only wearing that because we have maids that pop in from time to time!”. He pulled a casserole dish out of the fridge, “Like some moussaka? I made it myself and I hate to brag, but it’s delicious!”, he grinned and tossed his head toward the fridge, “There’s some Greek salad to go with it in there”. As he was taking the wrap off of the casserole dish, Brandon asked, “Would it be rude to ask, what paranormal race you belong to, Xan?”, he looked up and smiled with blue-green eyes, “I’m a demigod, as you already know…ummm, but if it makes you uncomfortable, forget I asked, okay?”.