Tuesday - November 11th, 2008 Who: Ikon and Rocky When: Evening Where: His apartment What: Roommate exchange program
Why Syn had offered up their place for some strange girl to come hang out while he was off with Will Grey, Ikon had no idea. But he had, and Ikon could only assume that the girl was on her way unless she'd found somewhere else to go. It was the idea that she may have decided to go elsewhere that had kept his ass planted firmly on the sofa instead of going with his initial idea of taking a shower, changing clothes, and making himself look good. It wasn't like this was a date, after all. He didn't even know whether or not he would want to impress her. And Ikon was of the school of thought that if someone couldn't handle him at his worst, they didn't deserve him at his best.
Of course his worse consisted of him laying back on the sofa with a joint between his lips. His messy hair was hidden by a beanie, hands disguised by fingerless gloves. He wore a t-shirt with a long sleeved hoodie over top of it, black of course, paired with some black work pants. He also still had his boots on, giving the look of a man who was ready to get up and head out any minute though that wasn't the case. He was just cold. Fucking New England in the Winter had not been the best idea but here they were and there he was watching some documentary type thing on the History Channel about the mythos of Hell.