WetNoodle

"Yeah... I mean.. no... I mean..." Focus, idiot... Dorian stumbled, a bit perplexed and overwhelmed. He didn't want to mess up his first meeting with one of his neighbors by being weird and awkward. She was sweet, cute and... brought him cookies!? Plus he couldn't help but smile when he noticed she had bunnies for feet. "Don't worry about it..." he chuckled lightly, "I'm Dorian."

Dorian had been reflecting in his apartment, drifting in and out of moments of sleep after a long night. The music still softly playing in the air, was interrupted by a knock at the door. "..what!?" Dorian jerked into consciousness, taking a few moments to acclimate to his surroundings. He hadn't realized it was morning already, yet was oddly refreshed and invigorated despite his late night activities. Though being a slightly paranoid individual, he felt suspect of who could be knocking on his door this early. Making a quick scan over his apartment to make sure everything was in order, he also gave himself a quick check. Still the same clothes he had been wearing all night, none the worse for wear apart from a couple odd paint splatters on his shirt. Stealthily making his way to the front door, he walked lightly, making sure whoever it was wouldn't detect him, just in case. He leaned forward, looking through the peephole cautiously then stepped back... thought for a moment.. then checked the peephole again to ensure his mind wasn't still playing tricks on him. More curious now than anything, he opened the door to greet the girl he saw waiting on the other side, "H..hello..?"

Sweet. And nah, they both look cool so I don't have much of a preference.

@Chiyako Oh, my guy has no plans, lol. He's just chillin' and... painting. Feel free to have someone say hi. He may be a little weird at first, but he's a cool guy.

"Whew..." Dorian breathed, slumping down into his chair after finally getting everything moved in. The visage of everything in it's correct place bringing him an errant sense of satisfaction. "Now what...?" he said aloud to himself. Something he did often. Some say talking to oneself is a sign of insanity, but it was the other way around for him. Kept his thoughts focused and concentrated, as his mind was prone to wander. His eyes peered around his apartment for something to occupy his mind.. TV... computer.. stereo.. pile of books.. guitar.. canvas.. "Might as well commemorate the new pad.." he muttered. Dorian opened the bottom drawer of his desk and opened up a lockbox he had stashed within. From it, he removed a small square of paper, placed it under his tongue and quickly locked it back up and closed the drawer before approaching the blank canvas he had set up in the corner. He was by no means a professional painter, but a hobby he enjoyed on occasion. Before starting, he turned on his stereo, making sure it wasn't loud enough to disturb any of his neighbors. As the hypnotizing wails of blues and classic rock guitars began to emanate from the speakers, he set to work. "Happy trees..." he smiled to himself as he began mixing paints. With no image in mind, he began spreading colours, drawing lines and curves to whatever the music and his mind guided him to. Eventually his body began feeling very light and incorporeal, the lines of coloured paint he drew stretched off of the edge of the canvas, floating in the air like neon lights in the sky. The soft words from the music speaking directly to him as the sound of the music visualized in the air like a flowing tapestry. He suddenly noticed he felt very warm and seemed to snap back for a moment. "Oh man..." he set his brushes and paints down and wiped his brow, "I need some air.." He reached into his pocket for his pack of cigarettes and almost instinctually lit one up before he caught himself. He was unsure of the landlord's policy about smoking in apartments, and figured it better to take it outside. Best not to get kicked out after the first day, after all. He took a deep breath before opening his front door and heading out into the hallway. Fortunately, it was late and there wasn't anyone else around. The hallway seemed to stretch infinitely as he made his way towards the back entrance. He eventually made it and stepped outside, feeling the cool night air on his face. Lighting up his smoke, he took a slow, deep inhale, feeling his anxiety lower slightly as he exhaled. He scoped out the surroundings, while trying to look as "normal" as possible. Scoping out his surroundings, he took note of the clubhouse as well as the pool; a couple places he'd have to check out one of these days. He stared up at the night sky.. infinite darkness with millions of little twinkling eyes in the distance staring back at him. "Home sweet home.."