Well, here it is, my room.

The thought that you've never seen so much brown is the first thing to pop into your mind when you walk into this room. Except for the occasional trace of dark blue and the white tile under the floor, everything here is a brown color ranging from tan to very dark.

Around the room are various piles of disorganization. The bed in front of you looks as if someone tried to throw the sheets into some kind of order before your arrival, with the pillow leaning against the window above. The sheets are a deep blue color and have thin brown lines lacing around, like vines.

Beside the bed is a trash can over-flowing with dumdum lollipop wrappers and a few Skittles packages. You notice the window sill holds a dark brown coaster, but it is empty at the moment.

Near the right wall is a rather odd looking bean-bag-like mat, large and oval in shape, also a deep brown. A thin sheet is almost folded at one end with a thin sketch pad on top. Sticking out of the sketch pad is a piece of paper with writing on it.

That�s to my current female interest.

He explains the paper to you as he goes over and pulls it all the way out.

You can read it if you want, I�ve been meaning to put it over by the bed anyway. I've got her picture over there, along with one of Kel and me.

Everything else is self explanatory. Our rooms change around every now and then. Especially our music. Speaking of which, mine�s over there.

He notices your puzzled expression and lets out a small chuckle.

What? You thought we all listened to the same stuff over and over?! Well... maybe Derg...

You nod, not really knowing what the personal joke is. You decide to turn to go and leave him to his work, noticing now that he has begun moving underwear to a different pile next to him.