The room was well-furnished, with a king-size bed with black and grey striped sheets, the two lounge chairs around the mini table reserved for coffee and relaxing. A 72" flatscreen TV hung on the wall, and underneath, bought with Mathias' own money, lay every gaming system on the market. All of the shelves, with the games and consoles and controllers were organized and if one looked closely, the games were alphabetized next to their specific consoles, and the consoles were set up alphabetically by name in the different shelves. A large redwood dresser was stocked full of his favorite punk/emo/goth clothing, the clothing his father didn't approve of. The 'approved' suits and such were in his walk-in closet, organized by hue and brand.<br/><br/>An easel with a canvas stood near the window and one could see the beginnings of a sketch on the white surface. On the wall, Mathias had taken to randomly drawing symbols or designs on the wall that he imagined. Even some pictures. On the ceiling, one could see a messy, sketch-like painting of a man's silhouette.<br/>On the wall next to the TV, there was a number of different designs and such, mostly Japanese-inspired and Chinese-inspired. The carpet was blood red and soft as rabbit fur. The walls and ceiling were gray.<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the man, sipping at the alcohol as he listened.<br/>"Ugh, people. Business people. I don't like them. Shit."<br/>He took another gulp of the alcohol, as if that would make the businesspeople go away, and turned back to Victor, listening again. He nodded once to the pack lightly comment and said, " 's cool. I'll be able to buy stuff along the way if I need it. Eh. No big deal."<br/>When asked if he would share the alcohol, he almost wanted to hug it to his chest and tell the bitch to go buy his own.<br/>But surprisingly, he did the unthinkable. He handed the bottle over to Victor and absently said, "If you're gonna drink out of the bottle, you don't have any sicknesses, do you? I don't, so you don't have to worry."<br/><br/>His iPhone rang and he sighed, pulling it out with a semi-apologetic look before texting the person back and replacing the iPhone into his pocket, his demeanor much lighter and livelier than before.<br/><br/>"Friend." He said softly, in explanation to his now almost giddy mood.