It doesn't take Jim long at all to simply drop his clothes either on his desk chair (still wearable, not dirty) or into the laundry receptacle Spock has arranged for him. He's even tried once or twice after watching Spock do it to care enough to fold his clothes when dumping them on his chair, but eventually he settles for Sorta neatly hanging them and that is gonna have to be the end of the matter.
The man isn't the type to leave trash about and doesn't seem to own much to have clutter in the first place. Most of the Stuff taking up room in his side of the room are class materials of some kind or another.
Spock's side of the room smells of incense. Jim's smells of coffee. Spock wears his heavy robes around outside of his uniform. Jim dresses Down to his black undershirt and boxerbriefs. He'd love to go nude half the time but something tells him Spock would Not appreciate that. They both stay up in bed reading actual books on several occasions, and Jim isn't even always the first one to go to sleep. Sometimes he's even still awake when Spock wakes.
If temperature is Spock's stubborn issue, sleep is Jim's. He tries to catch naps in the rare pockets of time where Spock is in classes and Jim isn't. He hasn't had an episode sleeping yet, but he's terrified of it happening. Spock seems nice! And he's way smarter than Jim first thought. Jim really doesn't want to freak the guy out. So he naps in weird places and tries not to sleep in his dorm room whenever possible. Bones is starting to (loudly) worry but Jim always manages to brush him off.
It's the middle of the week on one of Jim's 'secret nap slots' that he's got no homework to do (did it already) hasn't bothered reading the material for his next class (already knows it) and it's too damn sunny out to properly fall asleep that Jim looks around his empty dorm room.
The temptation is there to call up one of the friends he made at the bar the other week for a quickie. But Jim's not really feeling it. He's tired. This was supposed to be his time to sleep. His eyes drag across the room before falling on Sopck's little shelf of things. The Tri-D set catches his eye at first. He'd love to ask Spock to play sometime. But the other? The giant mess of sticks all glued together or something? That one stumps him.
When his curiosity can no longer be contained Jim wanders on over the invisible line to Spock's side of the room and starts to futz with it. Maybe he just dropped it in the move and couldn't be bothered to put it back to rights? But it doesn't...move. The way he expects.
Huh.
Jim leaves. Comes back with a canned coffee and drags his desk chair over in front of the mess of rods. Three cans of coffee later when the sun starts to get lower he tosses the cans in the trash and bounces his brows to the completed sculpture. There. Much better.
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The man isn't the type to leave trash about and doesn't seem to own much to have clutter in the first place. Most of the Stuff taking up room in his side of the room are class materials of some kind or another.
Spock's side of the room smells of incense. Jim's smells of coffee. Spock wears his heavy robes around outside of his uniform. Jim dresses Down to his black undershirt and boxerbriefs. He'd love to go nude half the time but something tells him Spock would Not appreciate that. They both stay up in bed reading actual books on several occasions, and Jim isn't even always the first one to go to sleep. Sometimes he's even still awake when Spock wakes.
If temperature is Spock's stubborn issue, sleep is Jim's. He tries to catch naps in the rare pockets of time where Spock is in classes and Jim isn't. He hasn't had an episode sleeping yet, but he's terrified of it happening. Spock seems nice! And he's way smarter than Jim first thought. Jim really doesn't want to freak the guy out. So he naps in weird places and tries not to sleep in his dorm room whenever possible. Bones is starting to (loudly) worry but Jim always manages to brush him off.
It's the middle of the week on one of Jim's 'secret nap slots' that he's got no homework to do (did it already) hasn't bothered reading the material for his next class (already knows it) and it's too damn sunny out to properly fall asleep that Jim looks around his empty dorm room.
The temptation is there to call up one of the friends he made at the bar the other week for a quickie. But Jim's not really feeling it. He's tired. This was supposed to be his time to sleep. His eyes drag across the room before falling on Sopck's little shelf of things. The Tri-D set catches his eye at first. He'd love to ask Spock to play sometime. But the other? The giant mess of sticks all glued together or something? That one stumps him.
When his curiosity can no longer be contained Jim wanders on over the invisible line to Spock's side of the room and starts to futz with it. Maybe he just dropped it in the move and couldn't be bothered to put it back to rights? But it doesn't...move. The way he expects.
Huh.
Jim leaves. Comes back with a canned coffee and drags his desk chair over in front of the mess of rods. Three cans of coffee later when the sun starts to get lower he tosses the cans in the trash and bounces his brows to the completed sculpture. There. Much better.
Time to crash.