Finish unpacking

"Well," I say, dropping the towel near the foot of Finn's bed. "I should probably finish unpacking. I've still got a lot of stuff to move and not much time to do it, thanks to you."

Finn blushes as he puts on a pair of boxer briefs. "Thanks, Mark. We should, uh, do that again sometime?"

"Maybe," I say playfully. I drop the stuff off of the red cart and leave Finn in his half-naked state. On my way to the elevators I check my reflection in the bathroom mirrors. No mysterious white streaks and no obvious sex hair. To be fair, my hair always looked a little bit sloppy, but it didn't look anything out of the ordinary for me, at least.

As I load the rest of my stuff out of my car and onto the little red cart, it slowly starts to sink in that I've been at ISU for all of half an hour and I've already fucked someone. Damn. This should be a great year.

Maybe Finn and I could be fuckbuddies. Now that was a thought. Without really meaning to, I sprung a hard-on in the fucking parking lot. Probably my fault for not finishing myself off back up in 524. Oh well, whatever. I can deal with a public boner like I have with every single public boner since puberty: just ignore it.

I was in the elevator before I even realized it. Just two carts for all of my stuff? I didn't realize I was traveling so light.

"Hold the door, please!" I hear a male voice yell. I hold the open door button and crane my neck to see who it is.

Oh, of course, it's stupid, hot, RA Robert again.

"Oh hey, it's Mark, right?" he says as he steps into the elevator.

"Yup. Madison 3rd floor?"

"You know it. Just got off of my shift for today." He scratches his neck nonchalantly and clears his throat. "Do you play Super Smash Bros, by any chance?"

The question strikes me off guard at first. "Yeah, sometimes."

"Oh, cool. I'm looking for some people to play it with me and my girlfriend tonight, since none of my residents have moved in yet. Is that something you're interested in?"