Bojangles opened the door to his room, after a longer-than-necessary struggle with the key, and found his stuff all there already--all old suitcases, but none of them were in entirely terrible shape.
His stuff, however, had an alteration, and when he noticed the sticky notes on what was evidently his side of the room he narrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, then turned to his roommate and waved, his expression changing to one of good-natured confusion. "Uh, hey, ah b'lieve we mayett earlier? You were nearbah, as ah recawl. Bojangles eeyiz mah name." He extended a hand to shake with his new friend, then turned back to his stuff. "Whah'd y'label mah stuff?" he asked, the question a curious one rather than an annoyed one, taking the sticky note off the bed and sticking it to his shoulder for the time being as he started to unpack.
As much as he'd wanted to bring his shotgun, he figured if there were marksmanship classes that firearms would be provided. That and if duck season rolled around he could always just drive home and grab it since the school was only a few hours from where he lived. What he did have, as he started getting things out and putting them on the unclaimed side, were several sets of old clothes, an old-fashioned washboard (?), a mechanical cassette player and small collection of tapes, (?!) a conical hat that was entirely too stereotypical to be taken seriously, a tablet with a solar charging unit, a few paper books, and a tacklebox full of bait with a pair of collapsible fishing poles attached. He hadn't brought too many decorations, having figured he was going to spend most of his time outside the room rather than inside it.
"Yew mahnd 'fah leeyissen t'some music?" he asked, holding up one of his tapes.
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