"Happ'ns to the best uh'us." Rohan held the next door open for her, the one leading from the atrium to the dorm building lobby. As they ascended the stairs, he had his eyes to the ceiling, recounting a story through a smile, one that stemmed from her fall, which kinda blossomed on its own. It took until they reached his dorm for him to finish, the boy choking on his words laughing as he jingled the keys to his place.
"En Willy go, 'Ayy, ya lousy pricks, whit wanna yuh done film me fall?'" He quite literally slapped his knee, his accent thicker as he recounted a story with his old friends, of his time in Edinburgh. He opened the door to the hallway, moving his hands along with the narrative. "No'un say nawthing, en I go, I says: "Willy, I hope 'ooevuh filmed yuh din't get whit's on yuh face." He wiped away a tear. "He wis covered in snot, it wis su cold thaut 'is nose went like a bloody faucet!"
It took him a moment to calm down, stumbling over himself into the ordinary dorm room of Beata Academy. He outstretched his hands, throat burning from laughing so hard. "Welcome tuh mi castle. Leave yih books there, we can head out if yih want."
