ValorousOwl

Warlic sighed. He'd finally done what he'd needed to do. He'd painted the thin yellow line that divided tower. Organized from messy,clean from dirty, logical from spontaneous, serious from silly. Sure he's liked his roommate at first, but the situation eventually changed at a great extent. He certainly didn't hate him- no not at all- but rather he was confused by the feelings. Warlic would never admit it, but he'd grown to love the man. He despised the piles of laundry, the smelly sock creatures that tried to harass him, and the general mess the weaponsmith left in his wake- but something drew Warlic to the messy-haired, unpredictable, wi