The room was eerily quiet considering that it<em>was</em>move in day and all, Benjiman expected that boys would be roaming the halls and making conversation. A piece of his dark chocolate hair had fallen into his eyes and so well manicured fingers found their way to the hair to push it slowly behind his ear. By doing that, Benjiman could now see the dulled sunlight of a fading day breaking through the thin pale curtains which hung over the window. Not bothering to set down the pillow he'd had in his hand at the time, Benjiman turned on his heels to cross the room to the window. Hooking those fingers about the middle of the curtain, he pulled it back to peer out the window. Their room, on the fourth floor, overlooked an expansive courtyard with multiple white painted benches and dark concrete sidewalks. Multiple thin stemmed trees blossomed with fiery red and luscious orange leaves, and some of those leaves littered the yard. The scene was beautiful and calming, and Benjiman hugged his pillow as he lowered his chin onto the comfortable home-piece. He'd not had a window in his room, back home . . .Quietly, Benjiman wondered if he would ever get homesick, and was thinking of home when his quiet time was suddenly interupted by a commanding voice.<br/><br/>(The backview of Benjiman was almost as delectable as the front, for the jeans he wore accented the gentle round of his bottom. Although Ben was coming of adult age, having freshly turned seventeen, his body remained plump with pubesant fat in all the right places (meaning his bottom and thighs). While Benjiman was thin, he had meat where it counted.)<br/><br/>Benjiman's breath caught in his throat, and he dropped the curtain from it's peel back, to spin on his heels and meet the speaker. Benjiman's eyes were wide with surprise as his slender arms continued to clutch the pillow. Punk? He had never been called that before. Benjiman's eyes traveled over the stranger who so rudely announced themselves. This boy looked hard - his overall expression and attitude seemed calloused. Benji was not scared. "...Well, Hello then. You must be my roommate?" Benjiman crossed back towards the doorway, settling his pillow back onto his bed as the right hand that had once cradled the soft mass was extended, his fingers thin and delicate. "M'name's Benjiman, ... " He said, expecting a handshake. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Benjiman's smile was second to none, white as a pearl and so sparkled as a polished one. His eyes were nonthreatening, but soft and accepting. He assumed that his new roommate was just giving him a hard way. We'll be friends soon enough, Benjiman hypothesized enthusiastically.