James swings his bag on the couch in their shared room, big enough for the two beds, two bedside tables, two closet, couch, TV, coffee table, kitchen top, fridge and a bathroom.

"FINALLY!" he lets out an exhausted sigh as he lunges for the couch, taking up the whole space as he switches the TV on with the remote that was on the tiny coffee table.

You let out a laugh and proceed to place your bag on your bedside table.

"The orientation guy was droning on and on about the history of the school, who knows how long he might've talked if I hadn't reminded him of the time!" James complained as he switched between different channels, "What do you think of the dorm? I think it's pretty neat haha, at least our parents aren't gonna nag at us haha! Oh but we gotta clean up after ourselves.." James was deep in thought, "Say, who's gonna clean the dishes, sweep the floor and all?" he looked at you playfully, a smirk on his lips.

You rolled your eyes in a manner that said "I give up", at which James started laughing at your reaction.

"Hahaha, I know what you're thinking!" he clutched his stomach from laughing, "but don't worry, I'll help out too promise!" James beamed at you, his eyes twinkling like the stars, full of energy again.