Benjiman felt as though he were standing there, offering his well manacured fingers for hours. He was not stupid. Benjiman was able to feel his roommate's eyes boring into him like a cat watched a bird with distasteful want, on the other side of a window. The silence grew unnerving, and Benjiman was about to jerk away his hand when his shoulder was so boldy brushed with a force that turned him slightly sidewards. His smile, which had lost it's shine during the wait, turned inexistant as Benjiman lowered his arm back to his side. Benji adjusted his legs nervously, shifting his weight.<br/><br/>When this stranger announced that the right side of the room (if looking in from the door) was his, Benjiman lowered his chin in a slow nod. He winced visibly when his dresser drawer was kicked, and swallowed collected spit hard. "... Y-Yes ... I understand," He said. Benjiman's voice was boyish, but soft all the same. Ben turned on the roommate, and reached back to his things. He next pulled out a thick fleece blanket which was a teal blue on the underside and a mixtured of colored dots on the upper side. Carefully, the blanket was sat at the head of the bed. Next, he would begin to remove his clothes in order to figure a way to pack them all into the dresser. The silence between them was uncomfortable to Benjiman, but he did not want to incite conversation again with the ill tempered boy.