Hey, Adam, I think this is a little much. Iknow we talked about switching rooms, but that was when they were just 4 walls, a floor, a ceiling, maybe a fan, some windows, and closets. Now, they’re our ROOMS.
I wouldn’t trade my room with anyone, it’s where I think, sleep, meditate, pray, create, and hell, do everything but use the bathroom. If I had a plumbing set up, I’d probably never leave, hell, I’ve used the outside window in a pinch a few times, you probably both remember that time I did when Ders’ parents were visiting and I didn’t know they were in the hot tub.
You two can keep fighting over who said what, and who said it when, and who sleeps where. But you’re starting to divide the cubicle, and worse, the house. The Titans of Friendship don’t hold grudges— they hold each other’s head’s up, when they need it.
This is me, telling you you need it. So go get it. I’ll tell you both to read this when you get back from the bathroom, and the secret smoke-spot, respectively.