Fitting the Frame: Chapter 1
A new start in life, though not exactly a friendly one... This is where their tale begins.
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Chapter 1
“Huh, I guess you do have some skill,” Clyde said, passing the photo back to Riley. The kangaroo just grinned proudly and slid the photo over to Mazaku, letting the horned dragon take a look at it too.
“Yeah, but… Clyde, uhm…” Mazaku started to say, and then trailed off as he looked up at the taller llama. A glare met his gaze, something that the short dragon was getting used to… Or rather, was at least learning to expect from his new roommate.
“Well Mazaku, what is it?” Clyde said after a moment of silence, his glare starting to grow worse at the shriveling dragon who was wilting under the power of that stare. If looks could kill… Clyde would likely be a world-renowned assassin.
“Nothing, nothing, honest,” Mazaku said, getting a light scoff out of Riley as the brightly-colored kangaroo took the photo back from Maz.
“I think he wanted to say that you look pissed in the picture,” Riley said, his bubbly voice making the glare’s intensity waver for a brief moment before it’s ire was turned on the roo.
“That is because I am. I utterly abhor taking pictures, and to do so while this… Shared… Space is in such a state is even worse.” Clyde replied, and then looked from Riley to Mazaku and back again. “However, I was forced into it, so I at least took part.” Mazaku heard those words, and he just had to sigh lightly to himself as he heard them. This was just like Clyde, totally showing that the opinion the dragon had formed of the llama in the short time he had known him was right.
He was a pompous asshole.
The dragon had gotten a spot in one of the suites of the college, a larger dorm room normally reserved for students who’s parents made sizable donations. It made sense, disappointing the donors with making their kids stay in the ‘poor people accommodations’ as Clyde called them would mean less money. However, this was an unspoken rule, and as such there was also a lottery for normal students to get a slot in one of the few larger rooms. Mazaku hadn’t even entered that lottery; it was something automatic that he didn’t know about upon being accepted into NSU. Regardless of knowing though, the dragon had won the lottery; and gotten stuck with Clyde. The feeling had been mutual too, as Clyde’s parents had made enough of a donation to the school to get their own set of labs built. This should have bought the llama a room completely to himself so that he could be alone with his studies, but school policy overruled his objections. This meant Maz was stuck with Clyde, and Clyde was stuck with Maz.
The two had hit it off about as well as oil and water. Immediately upon entering the dorm room, Clyde had skulked right out without a word off to see someone about getting the dragon’s room assignment changed. Not even a glance in his direction, just off to fix the ‘grand injustice’ of sharing his ‘purchased’ suite with ‘a commoner’. How did Maz know that Clyde thought all those things? The loud phone conversation that came after the llama returned a few hours later looking deflated, and even more angry. Still no acknowledgement, no greeting, just straight to his own room with a slammed door for good measure. One shouting phone call later, and a few more further into the afternoon, and Clyde finally emerged from the room… But still didn’t even acknowledge that Maz was there. The dragon was all but invisible to the llama, who went to the refrigerator in the shared kitchen, grabbed a salad with no small amount of annoyance, and then stalked back to his room. Again, a slammed door for emphasis that this was not an arrangement the llama wanted… And Maz knew then and there that he was going to be in for a long four years.
It had taken the arrival of Riley the next day, after the orientation and welcome ceremony for the freshman of the college, to get Clyde to leave his room. To that point, the llama had just been a piece of paper and a ball of anger, or rather a stick of anger if Maz was honest. Clyde was lanky, much like him, but well over a foot taller than the short drake. Even with his goat horns, the dragon still didn’t even come up to Clyde’s shoulders standing next to the llama, making him look more like a kobold than a dragon in his mind. Riley wasn’t much better, a mere few inches taller than Maz, but his ears made up for that; damn kangaroos with their long ears. Regardless, the trio had finally gotten together at the end of the ceremony right outside of the dorm room, and the first words that Clyde had said to him happened then and there. In front of Riley, and a few other freshman in the hall to boot.
“Seeing as I am forced to share a room with… You… For the next four years, I suppose I should at least tell you my name. I’m Clyde Hastings, and yes that Hastings.” That Hastings, which Clyde was referring to, was merely the largest manufacturer of mattresses other bed products in the world. A bit of a stereotype, fluff-covered llamas owning a mattress company, but the Hastings had leaned into that… And it had brought success that was somewhere in the billions of dollars. Nowhere near the richest people in the world money, but enough that there was certainly 10 figures of money for the family and their children. And Clyde was dressed for every dollar of that, standing outside the room where Riley and Mazaku had been fiddling with the key to get in right before Clyde had come up and loomed over them both. “If you’re going to be bringing guests as well, I would appreciate a text at the least… As well as the understanding that our suite is not for parties or anything so uncouth.”
“Uncouth? Dude, did you learn to talk in the 1800’s?” Riley said before Mazaku could even process the fact that Clyde had actually spoken to him. Riley looked a bit miffed at the introduction, and Clyde? Clyde had his lips curled back and ears flattened in his ancestral show of anger; he would have spit right in Clyde’s face had it been a few thousand years ago for such an insult. However… That wasn’t allowed in modern society, so the llama just let his anger fester for a long moment before returning to his flat, stone-faced self that seemed to be annoyed that even air existed in his presence.
“No, I did not. I learned to speak from my nanny; she taught me to use all of my vocabulary instead of the rather… Broken way that modern society speaks.” Clyde replied, looking down at Mazaku once he was finished addressing Riley. “Are you going to unlock the door and let us in? Or shall we continue to stand here and throw barbs?”
“Barbs? Dude… I’m gonna never get over how you talk,” Riley said. Mazaku just unlocked the door to the shared room, still in shock, and opened it up to the large space. Riley turned around as he heard the door open and let out a low whistle of surprise, completely ignoring the angered face of Clyde as he did so. Riley didn’t give a single care in the known universe about who one’s parents were. To the roo, your worth was in how you acted, and Clyde’s actions? Yeah, that llama was worth about as much as the mud on your shoe with how he was behaving. “Damn, Maz, you weren’t kidding.”
“Maz? Is that your name?” Clyde asked, following the two into the room and shutting it behind him. He was still staring intently at Maz, eyes locked on the dragon and seemingly judging him up and down. Ratty t-shirt, plain shorts, unbrushed hair, a single cheap earring… The llama took all that in and just gave a light shake to his head. “Well?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m Mazaku. Mazaku Wendlemin.”
“Ah, well then Mazaku. We will be sharing this space for the next four years, so I will talk to you about some rules once our guest, uhm…” Clyde paused, turning to the roo who had slighted him twice already in the short time the two had been around one another.
“Oh, I’m Riley!” The bright kangaroo replied, a bright smile on his face. “And I’ll be around a lot. Me an’ Maz have a bunch of the same classes, so I’ll be studying with him a lot. My roommate is in an entirely different major an’ I don’t wanna be around all that nerdy stuff.”
“Oh, lovely,” Clyde replied, looking exasperated and no small amount of annoyed as he heard that. “Well Riley, please respect any rules Mazaku and I come up with.”
“You can just call me Maz… And Riley and I just met at the orientation thing a bit ago. Uhm… I-I don’t really know him.”
“Hey, don’t say that! We’re friends now, so I’ll come and hang whenever you wanna.”
“Thanks Riley…” Maz said, looking up at Clyde. The dragon was getting a bit more stable as he got over the shock of Clyde talking, and just how pompous and full of himself he was. “I actually prefer it.”
“I don’t use nicknames Mazaku; it’s improper and disrespectful of the parents that named you.” Clyde replied curtly, and then turned to go. The llama looked around the room… Maz’s things were strewn about. Boxes of clothes and computer parts, books, a couple suitcase… It was a mess for the little haven the llama had made with the help of his personal designer. “And please, clean up your mess out here. I didn’t pay Roman to design something just for it to be ruined by your things strewn about.”
“Yeah, I’ll move everything today and tomorrow. Sorry,” Maz replied quickly, looking over the mess of his things with a bit of shame. He really had brought a mess; that was the first true and real thing Clyde had said. Given that the furniture was leather or deep wood, the carpet was immaculate, the kitchen looked stocked with the latest and greatest of tech to cook with… Yeah, all of Maz’s things were definitely ruining the nice vibe that Clyde had clearly spent more money than Maz had ever seen on. “Think you can help with that Riley?”
“Heh, yeah, you’d just better help me out too Maz.” Riley said with a grin, and then pulled out a camera and held it up. The kangaroo had an old polaroid in his satchel, and was now holding it up with a broad smile. “You two want a picture for posterity? I know Clyde will probably haaaate to have himself seen with someone like us, but who knows? You two might actually like each other by the time school closes.”
“I doubt that,” The two said in unison, much to the shock of them both. Riley just got a laugh out of it, the bubbly and bright kangaroo rocking on his tail for a moment as he was taken over by giggles. Clyde glared at Riley and then Maz for the exchange; Maz just wilted a little. The llama was a stuck-up dick, that was for sure, but he could glare a mean glare.
“Heh, damn… Yeah, you two are gonna be fine. Alright, over by the backs and the door. No, not by the couch… Okay, annnd….”
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“…and that I think is the best way to handle the chores. Do you agree?” Clyde finished, hours later after Riley had left. The llama had promptly retreated into his room and shut the door, sans the slam for once. This had left Riley and Maz to unpack the dragon’s things, which they did a lot faster than Maz had expected to. Sure he had brought about 6 or 7 boxes from home, his suitcases, a couple extra blankets… And yet he had gotten it all done in just about three hours. It really shocked Maz when he thought about it; his entire life stored in less than ten boxes and unpacked in just a few hours. Still, it was done, and once it was done the llama had come back out and looked over the main shared space of the dorm suite with a lightly satisfied expression. No smile, just less harshness and judgement in his gaze.
And then the talk of rules had come up.
No guests past 10pm unless they’re studying, do your own dishes and clean your own messes, label all your food so that nothing was taken… The llama had a written list of the darn things! It was overkill as far as Maz was concerned, but Clyde was at least somewhat polite throughout it all, so he couldn’t complain. There was a dig or two for ‘commoner food’ and some condescension about how to use the dishwasher as well as the washer and dryer, but for the most part? It was painless, just a lot. Clyde didn’t even look bothered by it, more annoyed he had to explain things, but he at least explained them in such a way that nothing would be left to question. There were rules, they were written down and placed in a drawer in the kitchen, and both of them signed the rules so that if one broke them, the other could point out that they’d agreed and exact a penalty. The penalty? Dinner. It was lightly surprising to Maz for that one, but Clyde clearly had tastes… And the dragon had to guess one of them was fine dining. How he would afford that was beyond him, but if Maz just stuck to the rules, he wouldn’t have to.
“Yeah, that seems fine.” Maz replied, and then looked up at Clyde. “What is your major?”
“Ah, yes, I didn’t tell you. I’m studying for level design and prop design, specifically the artwork and modeling side of it. I don’t particularly like coding.” Clyde said, and then looked to Maz. “What are you studying?”
“Character design, the art side of that too… I guess we’re gonna have a lot of classes together.”
“Yes, I guess that we are.” Clyde replied, and then looked at Maz with the least annoyance and uppity expression the dragon had seen since encountering the wealthy, spoiled llama the prior day. “I am not opposed to studying with you, should we have the same classes. I leaned to take advantage of all my assets, and you could be an asset. You, are an asset in that sense, so I will make sure to take advantage of that… In the least rude way possible, of course.” Clyde said, and then his face softened even a little more. “I will not resort to anything inappropriate; your studies won’t be hampered by me. Shared notes on sick days or shared insight on papers with classes we share is merely what I want.”
“Well… I guess you could have worded that better, but sure.” Maz agreed after a minute of processing, getting a bit of a scowl from Clyde. “You make it sound like I’m gonna ruin your degree.”
“No, I just do not know you Mazaku.” Clyde replied, still looking a little annoyed. “I would rather keep you at arms length because of that, and be upfront with both my disdain for having to share a dorm with you, as well as the fact that I do not trust you whatsoever.”
“You could be a little less… Blunt about it?” Maz asked, looking up at Clyde and getting a little bit of a frown. “It’s kinda rude.”
“Well then, I will not be so… Blunt, as you call it, then.” Clyde replied, still looking a little annoyed but not nearly as much. “We have to deal with one another; and I do not want to deal with hate the entire time of it. Do you?”
“No, I don’t. Like… I get it, you don’t want to have to share all the space n’ stuff. But we’re stuck together, so I guess we have to try and get along right?”
“Something like that, yes.” Clyde said, and then sighed and shook his head. “I will try, but I hope that you try as well.”
“Deal,” Maz said, sticking out a paw for Clyde to shake. The dragon held out that paw, getting a look from Clyde for several seconds before the dragon finally reached out as well and gave it a shake. It was nothing special, just a quick bounce of paws up and down and that was it. It did mean plenty to both of them though; Clyde accepting the reality that he was going to have to deal with a commoner, and Maz accepting that he was going to have to deal with an asshole. They didn’t say those words out loud, but all of that was said in that handshake. The two were settling, and just going to have to deal with it…
And that was the first day of college for Mazaku Wendlemin and Clyde Hastings.
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Chapter 1
“Huh, I guess you do have some skill,” Clyde said, passing the photo back to Riley. The kangaroo just grinned proudly and slid the photo over to Mazaku, letting the horned dragon take a look at it too.
“Yeah, but… Clyde, uhm…” Mazaku started to say, and then trailed off as he looked up at the taller llama. A glare met his gaze, something that the short dragon was getting used to… Or rather, was at least learning to expect from his new roommate.
“Well Mazaku, what is it?” Clyde said after a moment of silence, his glare starting to grow worse at the shriveling dragon who was wilting under the power of that stare. If looks could kill… Clyde would likely be a world-renowned assassin.
“Nothing, nothing, honest,” Mazaku said, getting a light scoff out of Riley as the brightly-colored kangaroo took the photo back from Maz.
“I think he wanted to say that you look pissed in the picture,” Riley said, his bubbly voice making the glare’s intensity waver for a brief moment before it’s ire was turned on the roo.
“That is because I am. I utterly abhor taking pictures, and to do so while this… Shared… Space is in such a state is even worse.” Clyde replied, and then looked from Riley to Mazaku and back again. “However, I was forced into it, so I at least took part.” Mazaku heard those words, and he just had to sigh lightly to himself as he heard them. This was just like Clyde, totally showing that the opinion the dragon had formed of the llama in the short time he had known him was right.
He was a pompous asshole.
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The dragon had gotten a spot in one of the suites of the college, a larger dorm room normally reserved for students who’s parents made sizable donations. It made sense, disappointing the donors with making their kids stay in the ‘poor people accommodations’ as Clyde called them would mean less money. However, this was an unspoken rule, and as such there was also a lottery for normal students to get a slot in one of the few larger rooms. Mazaku hadn’t even entered that lottery; it was something automatic that he didn’t know about upon being accepted into NSU. Regardless of knowing though, the dragon had won the lottery; and gotten stuck with Clyde. The feeling had been mutual too, as Clyde’s parents had made enough of a donation to the school to get their own set of labs built. This should have bought the llama a room completely to himself so that he could be alone with his studies, but school policy overruled his objections. This meant Maz was stuck with Clyde, and Clyde was stuck with Maz.
The two had hit it off about as well as oil and water. Immediately upon entering the dorm room, Clyde had skulked right out without a word off to see someone about getting the dragon’s room assignment changed. Not even a glance in his direction, just off to fix the ‘grand injustice’ of sharing his ‘purchased’ suite with ‘a commoner’. How did Maz know that Clyde thought all those things? The loud phone conversation that came after the llama returned a few hours later looking deflated, and even more angry. Still no acknowledgement, no greeting, just straight to his own room with a slammed door for good measure. One shouting phone call later, and a few more further into the afternoon, and Clyde finally emerged from the room… But still didn’t even acknowledge that Maz was there. The dragon was all but invisible to the llama, who went to the refrigerator in the shared kitchen, grabbed a salad with no small amount of annoyance, and then stalked back to his room. Again, a slammed door for emphasis that this was not an arrangement the llama wanted… And Maz knew then and there that he was going to be in for a long four years.
It had taken the arrival of Riley the next day, after the orientation and welcome ceremony for the freshman of the college, to get Clyde to leave his room. To that point, the llama had just been a piece of paper and a ball of anger, or rather a stick of anger if Maz was honest. Clyde was lanky, much like him, but well over a foot taller than the short drake. Even with his goat horns, the dragon still didn’t even come up to Clyde’s shoulders standing next to the llama, making him look more like a kobold than a dragon in his mind. Riley wasn’t much better, a mere few inches taller than Maz, but his ears made up for that; damn kangaroos with their long ears. Regardless, the trio had finally gotten together at the end of the ceremony right outside of the dorm room, and the first words that Clyde had said to him happened then and there. In front of Riley, and a few other freshman in the hall to boot.
“Seeing as I am forced to share a room with… You… For the next four years, I suppose I should at least tell you my name. I’m Clyde Hastings, and yes that Hastings.” That Hastings, which Clyde was referring to, was merely the largest manufacturer of mattresses other bed products in the world. A bit of a stereotype, fluff-covered llamas owning a mattress company, but the Hastings had leaned into that… And it had brought success that was somewhere in the billions of dollars. Nowhere near the richest people in the world money, but enough that there was certainly 10 figures of money for the family and their children. And Clyde was dressed for every dollar of that, standing outside the room where Riley and Mazaku had been fiddling with the key to get in right before Clyde had come up and loomed over them both. “If you’re going to be bringing guests as well, I would appreciate a text at the least… As well as the understanding that our suite is not for parties or anything so uncouth.”
“Uncouth? Dude, did you learn to talk in the 1800’s?” Riley said before Mazaku could even process the fact that Clyde had actually spoken to him. Riley looked a bit miffed at the introduction, and Clyde? Clyde had his lips curled back and ears flattened in his ancestral show of anger; he would have spit right in Clyde’s face had it been a few thousand years ago for such an insult. However… That wasn’t allowed in modern society, so the llama just let his anger fester for a long moment before returning to his flat, stone-faced self that seemed to be annoyed that even air existed in his presence.
“No, I did not. I learned to speak from my nanny; she taught me to use all of my vocabulary instead of the rather… Broken way that modern society speaks.” Clyde replied, looking down at Mazaku once he was finished addressing Riley. “Are you going to unlock the door and let us in? Or shall we continue to stand here and throw barbs?”
“Barbs? Dude… I’m gonna never get over how you talk,” Riley said. Mazaku just unlocked the door to the shared room, still in shock, and opened it up to the large space. Riley turned around as he heard the door open and let out a low whistle of surprise, completely ignoring the angered face of Clyde as he did so. Riley didn’t give a single care in the known universe about who one’s parents were. To the roo, your worth was in how you acted, and Clyde’s actions? Yeah, that llama was worth about as much as the mud on your shoe with how he was behaving. “Damn, Maz, you weren’t kidding.”
“Maz? Is that your name?” Clyde asked, following the two into the room and shutting it behind him. He was still staring intently at Maz, eyes locked on the dragon and seemingly judging him up and down. Ratty t-shirt, plain shorts, unbrushed hair, a single cheap earring… The llama took all that in and just gave a light shake to his head. “Well?”
“Y-Yeah, I’m Mazaku. Mazaku Wendlemin.”
“Ah, well then Mazaku. We will be sharing this space for the next four years, so I will talk to you about some rules once our guest, uhm…” Clyde paused, turning to the roo who had slighted him twice already in the short time the two had been around one another.
“Oh, I’m Riley!” The bright kangaroo replied, a bright smile on his face. “And I’ll be around a lot. Me an’ Maz have a bunch of the same classes, so I’ll be studying with him a lot. My roommate is in an entirely different major an’ I don’t wanna be around all that nerdy stuff.”
“Oh, lovely,” Clyde replied, looking exasperated and no small amount of annoyed as he heard that. “Well Riley, please respect any rules Mazaku and I come up with.”
“You can just call me Maz… And Riley and I just met at the orientation thing a bit ago. Uhm… I-I don’t really know him.”
“Hey, don’t say that! We’re friends now, so I’ll come and hang whenever you wanna.”
“Thanks Riley…” Maz said, looking up at Clyde. The dragon was getting a bit more stable as he got over the shock of Clyde talking, and just how pompous and full of himself he was. “I actually prefer it.”
“I don’t use nicknames Mazaku; it’s improper and disrespectful of the parents that named you.” Clyde replied curtly, and then turned to go. The llama looked around the room… Maz’s things were strewn about. Boxes of clothes and computer parts, books, a couple suitcase… It was a mess for the little haven the llama had made with the help of his personal designer. “And please, clean up your mess out here. I didn’t pay Roman to design something just for it to be ruined by your things strewn about.”
“Yeah, I’ll move everything today and tomorrow. Sorry,” Maz replied quickly, looking over the mess of his things with a bit of shame. He really had brought a mess; that was the first true and real thing Clyde had said. Given that the furniture was leather or deep wood, the carpet was immaculate, the kitchen looked stocked with the latest and greatest of tech to cook with… Yeah, all of Maz’s things were definitely ruining the nice vibe that Clyde had clearly spent more money than Maz had ever seen on. “Think you can help with that Riley?”
“Heh, yeah, you’d just better help me out too Maz.” Riley said with a grin, and then pulled out a camera and held it up. The kangaroo had an old polaroid in his satchel, and was now holding it up with a broad smile. “You two want a picture for posterity? I know Clyde will probably haaaate to have himself seen with someone like us, but who knows? You two might actually like each other by the time school closes.”
“I doubt that,” The two said in unison, much to the shock of them both. Riley just got a laugh out of it, the bubbly and bright kangaroo rocking on his tail for a moment as he was taken over by giggles. Clyde glared at Riley and then Maz for the exchange; Maz just wilted a little. The llama was a stuck-up dick, that was for sure, but he could glare a mean glare.
“Heh, damn… Yeah, you two are gonna be fine. Alright, over by the backs and the door. No, not by the couch… Okay, annnd….”
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“…and that I think is the best way to handle the chores. Do you agree?” Clyde finished, hours later after Riley had left. The llama had promptly retreated into his room and shut the door, sans the slam for once. This had left Riley and Maz to unpack the dragon’s things, which they did a lot faster than Maz had expected to. Sure he had brought about 6 or 7 boxes from home, his suitcases, a couple extra blankets… And yet he had gotten it all done in just about three hours. It really shocked Maz when he thought about it; his entire life stored in less than ten boxes and unpacked in just a few hours. Still, it was done, and once it was done the llama had come back out and looked over the main shared space of the dorm suite with a lightly satisfied expression. No smile, just less harshness and judgement in his gaze.
And then the talk of rules had come up.
No guests past 10pm unless they’re studying, do your own dishes and clean your own messes, label all your food so that nothing was taken… The llama had a written list of the darn things! It was overkill as far as Maz was concerned, but Clyde was at least somewhat polite throughout it all, so he couldn’t complain. There was a dig or two for ‘commoner food’ and some condescension about how to use the dishwasher as well as the washer and dryer, but for the most part? It was painless, just a lot. Clyde didn’t even look bothered by it, more annoyed he had to explain things, but he at least explained them in such a way that nothing would be left to question. There were rules, they were written down and placed in a drawer in the kitchen, and both of them signed the rules so that if one broke them, the other could point out that they’d agreed and exact a penalty. The penalty? Dinner. It was lightly surprising to Maz for that one, but Clyde clearly had tastes… And the dragon had to guess one of them was fine dining. How he would afford that was beyond him, but if Maz just stuck to the rules, he wouldn’t have to.
“Yeah, that seems fine.” Maz replied, and then looked up at Clyde. “What is your major?”
“Ah, yes, I didn’t tell you. I’m studying for level design and prop design, specifically the artwork and modeling side of it. I don’t particularly like coding.” Clyde said, and then looked to Maz. “What are you studying?”
“Character design, the art side of that too… I guess we’re gonna have a lot of classes together.”
“Yes, I guess that we are.” Clyde replied, and then looked at Maz with the least annoyance and uppity expression the dragon had seen since encountering the wealthy, spoiled llama the prior day. “I am not opposed to studying with you, should we have the same classes. I leaned to take advantage of all my assets, and you could be an asset. You, are an asset in that sense, so I will make sure to take advantage of that… In the least rude way possible, of course.” Clyde said, and then his face softened even a little more. “I will not resort to anything inappropriate; your studies won’t be hampered by me. Shared notes on sick days or shared insight on papers with classes we share is merely what I want.”
“Well… I guess you could have worded that better, but sure.” Maz agreed after a minute of processing, getting a bit of a scowl from Clyde. “You make it sound like I’m gonna ruin your degree.”
“No, I just do not know you Mazaku.” Clyde replied, still looking a little annoyed. “I would rather keep you at arms length because of that, and be upfront with both my disdain for having to share a dorm with you, as well as the fact that I do not trust you whatsoever.”
“You could be a little less… Blunt about it?” Maz asked, looking up at Clyde and getting a little bit of a frown. “It’s kinda rude.”
“Well then, I will not be so… Blunt, as you call it, then.” Clyde replied, still looking a little annoyed but not nearly as much. “We have to deal with one another; and I do not want to deal with hate the entire time of it. Do you?”
“No, I don’t. Like… I get it, you don’t want to have to share all the space n’ stuff. But we’re stuck together, so I guess we have to try and get along right?”
“Something like that, yes.” Clyde said, and then sighed and shook his head. “I will try, but I hope that you try as well.”
“Deal,” Maz said, sticking out a paw for Clyde to shake. The dragon held out that paw, getting a look from Clyde for several seconds before the dragon finally reached out as well and gave it a shake. It was nothing special, just a quick bounce of paws up and down and that was it. It did mean plenty to both of them though; Clyde accepting the reality that he was going to have to deal with a commoner, and Maz accepting that he was going to have to deal with an asshole. They didn’t say those words out loud, but all of that was said in that handshake. The two were settling, and just going to have to deal with it…
And that was the first day of college for Mazaku Wendlemin and Clyde Hastings.
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That's a wide frame that needs filling, looking forward to it.
Geez what a jerk. At least Clyde is willing to help make this work despite not liking it. But no doubt it has been a long start. Who knows, maybe they actually will get along. This was a pretty good start to this story bud.
Legit you made me so happy by saying Clyde was being a jerk. I wanted to cement that hard and early on, and that made me squee to think I did it.
Heh. Well, I'm glad I made ya happy dude. *Hugs* keep up the great work you two.
Been quite a while since we've had a story!
this looks like fun, looking forward to seeing where this goes, it been a long time since your last amazing multi parter. :)
I know right, it felt like only yesterday when they did running from corpulence.
I love the picture and the accompanying story with it! It can only snowball from here, right?
intriguing story, nice picture, looking forward to the next installment!
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