Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
Tristan
"No preference.
He'd seen a few of the ones on display. Others were foreign to him. But he wasn't really in the mood for a movie anymore, anyway. One of the girls left, and that made him want to leave, too. Dying social gatherings always weirded him out more than any space-time magic ever would. He rocked up on his bed til he'd built up enough momentum to spring to the floor. Tristan was caught between his desire to wander around, and his guilt over ditching his new roommates. For the moment, the latter seemed to win out, and he passed off his abrupt standing as merely a chance to stretch out. When he was finished, he plopped back down on his mattress, resting his elbows on his thighs.
"So... What's it gonna be?"
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