Post by arealamericanhero on May 10, 2011 14:19:53 GMT -5
Alfred wasn’t the worst type of roommate in the world. In many ways, he was ideal: His busy schedule with extra-curricular activities kept him from using the space often except for sleeping, and what ground rules had been set for the shared room Alfred adhered to. The American never brought company over if he thought it would inconvenience his fellow dorm mates. When he made a mess, he usually tried to clean up after himself.
The difficulty with him is that Alfred became mildly territorial of those spaces that he claimed for his own. That explained why he felt the need to drape an obnoxiously bright throw blanket with the print of his country’s flag across his favorite spot on the living room sofa. And despite being disorganized in much of his life, the American’s gaming system had some flawless order to it. There was little else that Alfred treated with such reverence amongst his possessions. So it was no surprise that on those days when he had nothing else to do, Alfred managed to wedge himself solidly into place on that spot of the sofa.
He turned oblivious to the movements of his roommates behind him, falling under some hypnotic spell cast by flashing images that reflected in bursts of color on the lenses of his glasses. Alfred’s mouth was stuffed and dangled the rounded edge of a donut from it that he had forgotten about consuming as his fingers worked deftly over the buttons of his controller. Wide shoulders twitched as the American’s figure lurched in synch with the movements of his avatar on the screen. There was a few times where he screeched some protesting sound around his mouthful, trying to speak words that were completely muffled by that pastry.
Finally, with a total lack of social manners, Alfred spit out the donut so that his disapproval could be voiced in one loud bark of sound. “Aw, come on! Dude, that was totally unfair – I was nowhere near that stupid fire attack!”
The difficulty with him is that Alfred became mildly territorial of those spaces that he claimed for his own. That explained why he felt the need to drape an obnoxiously bright throw blanket with the print of his country’s flag across his favorite spot on the living room sofa. And despite being disorganized in much of his life, the American’s gaming system had some flawless order to it. There was little else that Alfred treated with such reverence amongst his possessions. So it was no surprise that on those days when he had nothing else to do, Alfred managed to wedge himself solidly into place on that spot of the sofa.
He turned oblivious to the movements of his roommates behind him, falling under some hypnotic spell cast by flashing images that reflected in bursts of color on the lenses of his glasses. Alfred’s mouth was stuffed and dangled the rounded edge of a donut from it that he had forgotten about consuming as his fingers worked deftly over the buttons of his controller. Wide shoulders twitched as the American’s figure lurched in synch with the movements of his avatar on the screen. There was a few times where he screeched some protesting sound around his mouthful, trying to speak words that were completely muffled by that pastry.
Finally, with a total lack of social manners, Alfred spit out the donut so that his disapproval could be voiced in one loud bark of sound. “Aw, come on! Dude, that was totally unfair – I was nowhere near that stupid fire attack!”