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This double room is likely a good study in polar opposites, given that the laid back Ian is sharing a room with Siphon, who is known for leaving unusual pieces and parts lying around. The Australian keeps mostly to himself though, and doesn't think much of Siphon's odd hours.
Ian's textbooks and several different decks of playing cards are stacked on the main portion of his desk while the top has been relegated at a book shelf holding a small, well-worn library of books he has no problem reading over and over. Sitting on one edge, making a very poor bookend, is a kinetic pendulum, the kind with the balls that clack back and forth. On the other is a picture of a slightly younger Ian standing with his arms around the shoulders of a man and woman whom he seems to favor in looks. A reading lamp is fastened to the headboard of the bed and there seem to have been a nest of pillows added to the thing as well. At the foot sits an old steamer trunk, laden with stickers from various locations. From the wear and tear on it, it's clearly something of a heirloom and the way it's situated, it's a treasured one. Instead of posters on the walls, there are puzzles that have been assembled, glued together, and framed.
As he enters the room, there still seems to be that lingering smell, though thankfully not as bad, given the habit both he and Siphon seem to have of leaving the window open for fresh air (and sneaking in and out, he thinks, as far as his roomie is concerned.)
"And thank goodness for plastic seals." He crouches down beside his bed and slides out a tote, popping the lid to find that the smell hadn't seeped into his dress clothes. Taking them into the bathroom with him, he headed in to get ready.
Some time later, after showering, grooming, drying, and dressing, he gives himself one last once-over in the mirror. Tugging on his jacket, he gave a satisfied nod and headed out for the dance.
Ian's textbooks and several different decks of playing cards are stacked on the main portion of his desk while the top has been relegated at a book shelf holding a small, well-worn library of books he has no problem reading over and over. Sitting on one edge, making a very poor bookend, is a kinetic pendulum, the kind with the balls that clack back and forth. On the other is a picture of a slightly younger Ian standing with his arms around the shoulders of a man and woman whom he seems to favor in looks. A reading lamp is fastened to the headboard of the bed and there seem to have been a nest of pillows added to the thing as well. At the foot sits an old steamer trunk, laden with stickers from various locations. From the wear and tear on it, it's clearly something of a heirloom and the way it's situated, it's a treasured one. Instead of posters on the walls, there are puzzles that have been assembled, glued together, and framed.
As he enters the room, there still seems to be that lingering smell, though thankfully not as bad, given the habit both he and Siphon seem to have of leaving the window open for fresh air (and sneaking in and out, he thinks, as far as his roomie is concerned.)
"And thank goodness for plastic seals." He crouches down beside his bed and slides out a tote, popping the lid to find that the smell hadn't seeped into his dress clothes. Taking them into the bathroom with him, he headed in to get ready.
Some time later, after showering, grooming, drying, and dressing, he gives himself one last once-over in the mirror. Tugging on his jacket, he gave a satisfied nod and headed out for the dance.
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