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Grabbing the object from his pocket, Vin yanked out his keyring, complete with his newly gained elevator keys. But it wouldn't do to get an important key like those ones gummed up from tape, so Vin took to his other two options. One was his bike lock key, and the other was his house key.
Well, not his house anymore. Vin spent a while staring at that key, initially feeling the telltale choking feeling of sadness begin within him, before it was snuffed out, like a candle being blown out. From then on, the only emotion that the sight of the green, house-shaped key inspired in him was a pervasive emptiness. Vin snapped the key off his keyring, and hucked it into the bottom of his room's trash can.
He could afford to gum up his bike key, anyway.
Right before Vin could slice through the first of his boxes, the sound of a knock echoed through the room. Turning towards the door as it creaked open, Vin found Irina's head poking through the gap in the door. Her expression shifted from curious to bright and cheerful as she and Vin made eye contact.
"Ah, Vinny! Can we come in?"
"Uh," Vin looked around the room for a moment, "Sure."
Soon the door opened, and in walked Irina, Jafar, and right behind them, Xenovia.
"We thought we'd help you out with getting things set up," Irina cheered.
Jafar nodded, "We thought that this would be a good opportunity to get closer to you as well."
"I had nothing else to do," Xenovia admitted, "At least here, I can get a bit of exercise."
"Um, alright… Well, do you guys have any knives to open these boxes with?"
"Yep, I came prepared," Jafar reached into his pant's pocket, and pulled out a pocket knife, before setting to work on opening the tops of boxes around him.
Irina spun around the room, looking over Jafar's shoulder as he worked, while Xenovia walked over, and sat down on the edge of Vin's bed.
"Okay, so Xenovia and I'll go ahead and get started on unpacking things then. What should we start with, Vinny?"
Vin shrugged, "Anything really works, I'll tell you where things go as we unpack them. Oh, but you can leave the box of clothes to me. I'll deal with those later."
Yeah, he was not unpacking his boxers in front of two of his school's most famous girls. He had some semblance of decency, damn it.
Vin began to work on slicing open boxes, but came to an important conclusion pretty quick. The silence in the room was killing him. Thankfully, his solution came when he sliced open the next box.
"Sweet, there it is…" Vin declared as he dug the object out of the box, gathering the attention of the others as he did.
Irina skipped over to Vin, leaning over his shoulder as he pulled out a black canister.
"Uh, what's that?" Irina asked.
Vin unscrewed the top of the canister, tipping it over, as a black and white tube cylinder fell into his free hand.
"My speaker," Vin answered, as he dropped it onto his desk, and pulled out his phone.
"Oh yeah! Pump some tunes!" Irina cheered.
"That's the idea," Vin responded as he turned on his phone, and began scrolling, "What kinds of stuff do you guys like?"
"Whatever you have, I'm pretty open," Jafar replied as he sliced open the top of another box.
"What about you Irina?" Vin asked.
"Oh! Pop music!" Irina replied.
Yeah, he kind of figured that… but hey, never hurt to ask, right? Now, there was only one other person in the room who hadn't been asked.
"Xenovia, what kinds of music do you listen to?"
"I don't listen to music."
Vin's head snapped up so fast, you could swear it snapped.
"What."
Xenovia nodded, "I don't listen to any music. I consider it a distraction."
"Oh nononono… Xenovia, c'mon you can't be serious. Do you have any idea what you're missing?"
"No, not particularly. I just know that it's not necessary."
"Alright. That's it, I'm going to get you into music," Vin declared.
Xenovia scoffed, "You're not. You ought to focus your efforts in a different way, now that you're one of us."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm still going to do it," Vin waved off, "So, you let's do it this way, we all get a turn playing a song, and we'll swap it around as we work."
"Sounds good to me," Jafar said.
"Let's get this party started!" Irina cheered.
Vin tapped his phone before leaving it on the desk, as he took back to working on opening the boxes around him. It went on like that for a while, everyone taking turns putting on different songs as they slowly began to assemble the room around them. The sounds of all different kinds of music echoing around the white room as it slowly and surely became less and less empty.
All in all, it was a great time. Irina would dance around the room to the tune of each and every song as she put items in the place, all the while comically playing up her scandalous reactions at any explicit lyric that came up. Jafar would bob his head in time with the rhythm occasionally drumming on objects to the beat. Vin himself would quietly sing background vocals for songs he knew; and although she would never admit to it, Vin had most certainly caught Xenovia tapping her foot on more than one occasion within his peripheral vision.
There was a surprising serenity to it, as someone who preferred to stay limited in his close connections, having three people in his room never seemed all too fun, but now that he was experiencing it… maybe it was the isolation he felt deep in his heart, that hurt that no matter how much he buried, he was still actually aware of, but he was definitely seeing the appeal. Great, being forcibly recruited wasn't enough, now they were turning him into a people person, ugh.
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