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Oh, it would be so cool.
He was finally out of his father's house –and not a moment too soon if you asked him- not that it really mattered, since half the time the man was locked up in his office, but still, it was stifling just being in that place.
Living on campus would be good for everyone involved, his father, himself, even Jarvis, since he wouldn't have to act like the middle man between them, honestly, that man deserves a medal, or a raise, or both.
There was a downside though, he had to move all of his crap by himself -and he had a lot of crap, amazing what one little person can collect through their life, really.
But he had to admit the "dorm" was pretty amazing.
Oh he was already picturing the epic parties he'd have here, they'd be legen-wait for it-dary.
Thank god this was the poshest school to ever exist and the "dorms" had a penthouse-y feel to them, most likely an unnecessary waste of money and resources, but Howard was paying for it, and whatever else, no one could say Howard Stark was cheap.
and it was the least they could do since having a roommate was apparently "mandatory" for whatever reason, even though they were paying a small fortune to be here, the least they could do was give them single quarters, alas…
It was roomy, lots of open space, which was good because he could get sort of claustrophobic, a high ceiling to accommodate the second plant that housed the other bedroom he supposed –hadn't ventured that far yet-, the main room was a big rectangle with the kitchen just by the door and a big-ass column holding up the ceiling, 'good' he thought, 'wouldn't want that falling on us'; there were two doors left –or right, it depended if you were facing in or out- to the principal, the first one was a bathroom and the second one a good sized bedroom, and just outside that a staircase that led to the, no doubt, identical bedroom/bathroom upstairs.
The grand prize though, had to be the far wall opposite to the front door; it was all glass from top to bottom, sliding door included to go out to the balcony. Score! Chicks dig balconies and a good view.
He would have to channel his inner interior designer because a place this awesome should be accordingly furnished. The ideas were already flowing; first things on the list were a big sofa and an even bigger flat screen for making out and movie night respectively (actually, his bed was first on the list but that was taken care of and would be delivered first hour tomorrow). Hopefully his roommate had a bit of taste since he would have to get his input in at least some stuff.
Right. His roommate.
He should arrive any minute now, with any luck the guy would be cool; it wouldn't do at all to have a douche bag as a roommate, and oh, for all things holy, let him be at least a little bit smart, obviously no one could be as smart as him, but someone that could hold a conversation for five minutes would be good, no requests on the looks department though, he could live with a troll, he just hoped the guy wasn't one of those godly good looking guys, no need for competition with the ladies after all.
Well, 'competition' was a strong word since very few people could really be a competition to the wit and charm of Tony Stark, billionaire extraordinaire.
He thought back to the woman at the office (a solid 7½ ), she hadn't given anything away with her stern face, she didn't even look awe-struck by his presence, only thing he could get out of her (although he suspected she only did it because he wanted him to go away) was the guy's name, sadly it went right over his head, it was a strange name. Names are just not his thing (ladies were his thing).
He took one last look around, hands on his hips and everything, sighed heavily and started moving in at last.