Raisel's expression darkened even more when he realized just who spoke to him. This guy? Why did it have to be Ian in a crowd of this many other freshman students? Did the universe actually hate him that much? On nights like this, Raisel was inclined to believe that. "Yeah, you better be sorry," he hissed back. The bite in his voice came out weak though. He was shaken, his mind still captured by Marielle and her shocking rejection? Was he really hated that much even after they broke up almost a year ago at this point? They had been good...for a while. He sighed spinning away from Ian as the other boy greeted his friend, clearly not interested in an actual conversation with Raisel. Which was fine, since he wasn't either.

"Damn idiot..." Murmuring those words after Ian hurried away, he pulled his pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lit one. Standing there by himself away from the mixer's noise, he let the nicotine cool his mind more than anyone's words could. When he'd finished it, he flicked the butt to the ground just because he could even with a trashcan nearby and stalked back to the room. He glowered to see that Ian reached the room first and appeared to be reading in his bed. Raisel kicked his shoes off and tossed aside his shirt, crawling under his covers like that. He wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to speak to Ian either. However, that proved more difficult than necessary.

After ten or fifteen minutes, he turned over his shoulder to give his roommate a look. However, he found that Ian had already fallen asleep. Huffing to himself, he flopped over again, his guile rising even more. "If you're going to sleep, at least turn off the light," he muttered. In any other situation, he would turn it off for Ian, but he drew the line between them. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach the light without crossing that line. And hell if he would cross it first and break this in only one day. So, even the lamp glow bothering him, he fell asleep.

It wasn't a long sleep either. When the first bit of sunlight stretched in through the window, Raisel woke again. His mind was clear and seeing that light, he couldn't help but feel a little excited. Gathering his things and the bag with his camera from under the desk, he left the room, not bothering to keep quiet. Before his first class, he wanted to find the best view. And if it bothered Ian to wake this early, then even better.