So wait, they gave me this dude? [Yuhiru]

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Oleg snored loudly as he slept on his bed. Dear Arceus how he loved living alone in his dorm room all alone, with only him, Walt, and the others. He continued snoring for a long while, as did Walter. They were practically roomies to each other at this point, what with Walter cooking for the two sometimes. All was good in the land of Oleg. Nothing could ruin this sensation of bliss and utter happiness. He slowly woke up, yawning loudly as he looked around the room, noticing Walter sleeping in the other bed. He smiled a bit to himself as he stood up and headed over to the kitchen.

[Yuhiru Yamimoto]

Yami had been slightly concerned when he was told that he would have to room with another student. He had never had to deal with a roommate before, and he wasn't sure how to act. It didn't help that he had no idea who his roommate was supposed to be, otherwise he would have asked around about him on campus.

Still, he had to meet him soon. He knocked on the door to the room before stepping in. "Hello?" he called as he stepped in. He saw the other guy and bowed in respect before extending his hand. "I'm sorry for bothering you, but I was told that this was to be my dorm room. I'm Yuhiru, by the way."

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Wait. What was that. Someone said hello. Oh no. Oh no, someone was coming over to break the dude fort! He then turned around, staring at... Whatever the intruder was, tilting his head at this newcomer. His dorm room. HIS? His. How can one comprehend this. It was obviously Oleg's and Walt's. How could one think of it as anything else? This must have been a mistake. Maybe he will leave soon.

Oleg did not of course show any of this concern he was having, simply flashing a wide smile as he took the boy's hand, shaking it. "G'day. 'M Oleg, Oleg Kirrlov." Okay, he should probably notice soon that he was in the wrong room and that he had to leave. Or so Oleg hoped. He didn't DISLIKE the kid at all, no, oh heavens no! He just disliked the fact that the dude fort was being broken.

[Yuhiru Yamimoto]

Yami looked at Oleg with an expression of amused confusion. A glance around the room revealed that the other guy had made himself rather comfortable being on his own. Which meant that either Oleg was not really understanding what was going on, or he was hoping that it was a mistake and that everything would go back to normal in a matter of minutes. Yami knew that he would be doing the same thing in Oleg's shoes.

With a smile, Yami looked at the door to the room. A number "1" was emblazoned on it, proving him to be right. Which meant Oleg was about to have to accept the facts. Yami gave an apologetic smile which, while it could be misinterpreted, was meant to convey that Yami was sorry to interrupt Oleg's life.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Awh crap. So, this is how the dude fort comes to a end. Dammit, now how was he going to smuggle Kyrie in from time to time by claiming she was his roomie?! Hm. This was going to be difficult. He needed a plan. Maybe off the roomie. Make it look like a accident. Wait, that's stupid.

He still showed none of this distress with his face, simply releasing the boy's hand. "Settle in. 'm making some food. Sadly Walt has claimed yer to be bed, so you kinda have to tell him he can't sleep there anymore." Oleg motioned to the electivire sleeping in the boy's bed.

[Yuhiru Yamimoto]

Yami grinned at Oleg. He seemed nice enough, even when his environment was forced to endure a drastic change. Still, something about it all almost seemed forced. Not that Yami was going to say anything about it; that could upset Oleg more than him being forced to share the room. So, instead of saying anything, he just gave a thankful nod and approached "Walt."


"So," Yami said to his new roommate, "is there any way you would suggest convincing Walt out of the bed?" The dancer tried to think of a possible solution but came up with nothing. So, waiting to see Oleg's thoughts on the situation, Yami sat down and hoped that maybe Walt would wake on his own.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"He should get up on his own with time. Usually Hoare's up and about too, and Hoare usually wakes him up if he sleeps too late." And with that, Oleg disappeared into the kitchen, still seemingly hiding beyond a wall of passive aggressive niceness. Oh well, he'll get over it at some point. Maybe.

Meanwhile, the whole room was kinda empty. Walt was on the bed, there was a strange black furball in the corner, along with a giant white fluff on the roof, along with a yanmega buzzing around the roof. And next to Yami was a simple box. A rather large one, honestly. And then, slowly, a hum begun to emit from the box. A hellish sound, like it was straight from the underworld itself. Slowly, something peeked out of the box... Something with a gigantic stache, a big nose... And two large beady eyes.

[Yuhiru Yamimoto]

Yami heard something that was rather unusual, and he turned to see a giant... Face. He looked at it for a moment before realizing that it was the source of the noise. He also noticed that it was staring directly into his eyes, as if trying to give the impression of staring into one's soul.

Breaking into a wide grin, Yami called to Oleg. "Dude, this guy is great!" He started to laugh. "Man, what kind of pokemon is this? He's so cool looking! The dancer then got closer for a better inspection, while still trying to not get so close as to irritate the pokemon. "What's with the mustache, though?"

[Oleg Kirrlov]

"Oh, I think you met Hoare. He's a probopass. And the stache? I dunno, it just kinda begun growing as he evolved. I think it's sharp as hell metallic strings slowly magnetizing to under his "nose." Also, are you allergic to tomatoes?" Oleg shouted from the kitchen, chopping down some tomatoes as he whistled along.

Hoare turned to face the newcomer, floating rather close to him. His giant nose poking the guy's leg, in fact. He was rather interested with this newcomer. His beady eyes scanned every inch of the man, letting out a steady hum. As if the giant nose was trying to communicate with this man. Had Hoare finally found someone who understood him?

And then a yellow fist crashed against the red "hat" of the Probopass, the humming ending, but Hoare otherwise seeming unharmed. And then something big, fluffy and yellow rose from the bed. Walter. The electivire looked around for a moment, before noticing the intruder, tilting his head at the boy.

[Yuhiru Yamimoto]

Yami looked around. Suddenly, everything seemed to be waking up. Everything including Walt, who smacked Hoare upside the head. As soon as the electivire did that, though, it noticed it's new company. The dancer smiled at the awoken pokemon before calling to Oleg.

"I'm not allergic. Thanks for asking though." Then speaking to the pokemon, he introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Yuhiru. I'm Oleg's new roommate. Nice to meet you." He then had a great idea ad brought out his small team. Breeze and Stone flashed into sight with a white light. Breeze drifted over to Walter and bounced back and forth above him, while Stone stared at Hoare with what could have been either admiration or wonder.

[Oleg Kirrlov]

Right. So his plan to murder him with food poisoning would not happen yet. Oh well, maybe later. He then dropped the tomatoes into a blender, along with... Lots of stuff, including potatoes, some sliced meat and apparently a pinch of salt. Oleg always used this method, and it had kept him and the others fed. Think of it as a test of mettle.

Walt continued staring at the intruder, only barely understanding his words. New roommate? They had roommates here? He never knew. Oh well. Walt proceeded to then hop off the bed, looking up at the Hoppip, shrugging as he headed to the kitchen.

Hoare meanwhile stared down at young Stone, plonking himself down onto the ground as he then drifted his smaller "noses" to grab the youngling, lifting it to his eye level as his humming begun to shift from tone to tone, as if trying to communicate with his fellow rock.