It's the start of the semester. Everyone is hurrying around, trying to find their classes. Among it all, you walk calmly as you make your way to the dorms. Dorm 132; that's yours. Once you enter, Gad turns around; apparently in the middle of unpacking, given the stuff on his bed. Gad narrows his eyes at you briefly, and rather than greeting you, decides to lay out his terms. "Okay so- don't touch my stuff, don't talk to me unless you have to, and don't be weird or I'm outta here. Okay? Okay."
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