Darlene
Knock. Knock. Knock.

The knocks on Taffy's dorm room door sound like thunderclaps, loud and menacing. The boy outside is not exactly happy, either, and is putting quite a bit of strength into the sharp, terse knocking. It's the sound of strict anger.

He'd scrolled the chat logs for a short while and inquired with the offices to find the door, but he did manage, in the end. Taffy Weaver, AKA placedMedia, AKA the biggest drama queen on campus.

AKA someone who needed a talking-to, and clearly hadn't gotten it yet.

Knock. *Knock.* ***Knock.***
Viola
Inside the dorm, Taffy is sitting on aer bed, ukulele in one hand, while scrolling through aer phone with aer other hand. The moment xe hears the knock, xe stops, and simply sits there quietly. For a moment, she doesn't move a muscle, before carefully placing her ukulele on the bed beside her. Luckily for her, she hasn't been playing the ukulele for a solid ten minutes at least, meaning the boy outside can't have heard it yet.

Quietly slipping off the bed, he makes his way over to the door, careful to not make a sound. He takes a quick peak through the keyhole, trying to see who's on the other side, but can't quite make it out. They take a few quiet steps back, not saying a word.
Darlene
No response, then.

***Knock. Knock. Knock.***

If there's no response after that, Hyun-jin, well... Tugging on the door wouldn't work, those things are usually locked. So he'd have to find a different way to get attention to himself and open the door.

Which is when he gets an idea.

He takes a moment to stop knocking and kick up a small dust cloud in Taffy's room, moving it around to get a sense of where different objects are. Apparently, there's something vaguely person-shaped around the door...

Knock. *Knock. **Knock.***

"I know you're in there!"
Viola
Taffy remains silent, assuming that Hyun-jin is bluffing to get a rise out of them.

They take a few more steps back, before taking a few steps to the side and grabbing their flip knife off their dresser. They flip it open and hold it out, preparing for whoever might be on the other side of the door.
Darlene
Hyun-jin knocks again, slightly faster this time. Knock-*Knock*-***Knock***. He then pulls the same trick again, giving himself more time and finding slightly more dust to improve his accuracy.

"No, really," He says, somewhat sternly, "I know you're in there. And is that a fucking knife? Calm the fuck down, I'm not here to kill you, I just wanna talk, alright? You'd think this place was Lord of the Flies or some shit."

Hyun-jin was, if not exactly a stickler for authority, very much conscious of rules, and of how to avoid getting *Caught* By authority - and that alone made the knife worrying, let alone the implication that it would actually be used.

"Just open up, man, it's easier on both of us. And don't stab me, please?"
Viola
"You can fuck off. I don't know you and I don't trust you, got it?" They shout, still holding the knife up. "You can't just come here and demand to come in because you want to fight me or some shit. Just fuck off, okay?"

They walk over to the door and slam on it, mimicking the force of Hyun-jin.
Darlene
"No offense," Hyun-jin blurted out, "But what's your problem? Someone knocks on your door and you tell them to fuck off? I know I haven't exactly been polite either, but you're so fucking hostile to everyone, it's actually wild. You know you gotta be at least sorta nice to people to make friends, right?"

Possibly a mistake, but this was not the kind of interaction where Hyun-jin had been expecting to sugar-coat his words anyway. "You have so much beef with everyone who crosses your path, no matter if they wanna have beef with you or not. You yap on and on and on about how no one likes you. You get told straight up that someone doesn't have beef with you and then you go dredge up some old messages." 

Hyun-jin made his presence known, semi-officially, by drawing his silhouette in dark gray dust on the door's surface.

"If you'd just shut up and listen to the people around you for one god damn second, maybe you'd realize not everyone in the world is out to get you. Some of those people you think hate you might even wanna be your friends. I should know, 'cause I happen to be one of those people. So if you just put the knife down and open the door, please, we can start this interaction over as polite, reasonable people getting to know each other. I think that'd be nice, don't you?"
Viola
"No offense, but I'm not in the mood for having someone come to my door, bang on it, then fucking demand to enter and get pissed when I turn them down. I am under *No* Obligation to let you in, so fuck off, okay babe?" They say, much bitterness poisoning their words.

"I'm not interested in whatever you have to say right now. You're just going to be one of those assholes who treats me like a child and pretends to be caring when you really just want to 'politely' tell me to shut up, and I really couldn't give a shit how friendly you want to act. I can see through all of your bullshit, got it?"
Darlene
"Loud and clear. I'm just flattered you think I was *Polite* When I told you to shut up just now. But the offer stands, I guess. I'm in 1253 if you wanna, like, play Mario Kart sometime or whatever. See you. Or not, your choice."
Viola
"Oh, no, I wasn't referring to that. That was pure assholery. Have a fucking awful day. Come back later when I don't hate existence," He says, his petty smile coming through in his words. "Tell Ares I'm only interested in sucking his dick if he stops being one."

They chuckle slightly at this.

"Kidding, of course, he isn't worthy of it."
Darlene
"Might take you up on that. You'll have to tell Ares yourself, though, I don't even wanna look at that guy."

...

"See ya."