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// Dorm Life (Part II) 
// Story: Baleston Days 
// by LordOfTape 
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	The group sauntered into the untidy dorm room. It was devoid of all life, except perhaps the pile of resin left in the trash can. Had Levol remembered to take it out at any point in the week, it probably wouldn’t have smelt so miserable. However, it was not a common custom of the duo to clean their dorm. NomNom was never around long enough to care, and Levol was too lazy to bother. The guests didn’t seem to mind so much.
Levol scratched the back of his head, “Oh…right.”
He was of course referring to the two large cloud beds floating quietly on the other side of the room. Because both students possessed wings, they had no need for grounded beds. They hadn’t exactly been prepared for having an earth pony sleep over.
“Hold up, I can fix this.” Levol assured.
Drifting over to his own bed, the blue pegasus used his wings to dexterously mold the cloud. He pressed it downwards and crafted it more solidly in hope that’s it would support the sleeping pony.
Motioning Rhyme Flow over, the two ponies carefully placed Berry onto the soft, white cot. Pulling their hooves away ever so slowly, they sighed of relief when they realized that it would hold.
“See, it’ll hold just fine.” Levol said nodding.
“You really don’t mind her staying here for the night?” the mustered colored stallion questioned politely.
“Dude, s’all good. No worries.” the deep blue stallion grinned.
Rhyme Flow took a look around the room, his eyes scanning the small space for all of its intricate details. Taking small steps, he kicked around the trash on the floor just to get by. 
Slightly cringing he asked, “Um, do you clean often?”
Code Levol only managed to laugh as a response. Settling himself he explained his situation. 
“Nom and I ‘aint in this place all too often. When we are, we’re either asleep or just vibin’. I mean, when he uses the place to study he makes me clean, but it’s all good.”
“Hmm, I think you mentioned having a roommate before. Where is he anyways?” Flow questioned before frantically looking around himself, “Speaking of which, where’s Pinkie Pie?”
Just then, the two heard the banter of another two ponies somewhere outside of their dorm. It was clearly between a mare and stallion, but the voices were not entirely discernable. The conversation sounded extremely one sided, but it wasn’t until they got closer to the room that they could hear the conversation. 
“Wow!” Pinkie gasped, extending her jaw far past its appropriate flexibility. “You’re an alicorn! Oh my gosh, you’re like, a princess aren’t you!?”
Her light beige partner placed his hoof to his forehead and sighed. “No, I’m not royalty. Just your average pony.”
“But you have wings! And a horn!” she yelped, grabbing both.
The alicorn seized up, having two rather tender areas be attacked so unexpectedly, “Gah! I would appreciate it if you could refrain from such actions. My wings and horn are not your playthings.”
The overly energetic pink pony did not seem to pay him much attention and rambled on as they entered the room. The alicorn did not seem to pay her much mind either, having had his fill of the insane mare.
The door flung open with his heavy push, revealing two stallions, one familiar, one not so much and a mare. His eyes glazed over the room with mixed emotions. They finally settled on Levol, who was now standing awkwardly in the center of the room with his best I-Can-Explain look on.
“Hey Nom.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t think you’d be back this early.”
“It’s three in the morning, I didn’t think you were coming back at all.” He rebutted.
“Three? Damn, I guess I was out for a while…” Levol replied, drifting off in thought. “But that doesn’t explain why you’re back so late.”
“To be fair, it’s your fault. You’re zebra friend was causing quite the ruckus downstairs. Mr. Kallous helped settle him down, but I wanted to be sure.” It was nom’s turn to ask the questions. “And who might our new guests be?”
At this point, Pinkie Pie chimed in with her usual buoyant self. “I’m Pinkie Pie!”
NomNom’s head drooped, his voice exuded surrender “I know. You’ve told me as much at least a half dozen times now.”
The mustard colored earth pony held out his hoof, “I’m Rhyme Flow and my friend over there is Berry Punch.”
Happy to meet a sane pony, Nom swiftly grabbed Flow’s hoof and shook it. “I am NomNom, aspiring cosmologist.”
Code nudged Flow in the sides and half whispered to him, “He means stars and junk.”
The light beige alicorn rolled his eyes at the gesture, but did nothing more to the situation. Instead, he went to his bed and floated onto it daintily. 
“I’m going to sleep. It’s been a long day. I recommend you all do the same.” He yawned. “From what Zeko told me, you haven’t had it easy. We can discuss it in the morning.”
And with that, he let his head rest itself in the crevasse of his pillow and allowed his eyelids to close softly. The three remaining ponies looked back and forth at each other. The unspoken consensus told them they should probably get some sleep as well.
Despite her ecstatic persona, the pink party pony did tire. She carefully crawled into the bed next to Berry Punch and proceeded into a deep slumber. Rhyme Flow and Code Levol however were left bedless as the dorm room could only accommodate two beds.
“Hey man, we can crash on the lobby couches.” Code motions to Flow, leading him out the door, closing it quietly.
The two take the last moments of their waking night to converse a bit more. The walk wasn’t too far, but the weight of the day had finally crashed atop to the ponies and left them exhausted.
“So, Rhyme Flow. What’re you even doing here?” Code asked in between yawns.
“I’m on a trip to Canterlot. I’ve got a big performance in my future.” He replied, smiling as wide as he could.
“Wow, so you must be a really famous rapper?”
“Well, not quite. Not yet at least, but I’m hoping this could push me into the scene.”
Levol nodded, “I here ya. I’m hopin’ I can get there one day. I think it’d be mad cool.”
Flow put his hoof and Levol’s shoulder and turned to him, “Hey, practice and keep improving yourself. You’ll make it one day.”
The rapping pegasus chuckled and fell down. Luckily enough for him, they had already made it to the couches. From rapping to fighting to traveling, Code Levol was far too tired to continue with any action, even talking.
Rhyme Flow threw up his legs and crashed on the adjacent couch cushion, mumbling to himself as he too entered dream land. “One day we’ll make it, all the real rappers….”