Walking down the crowded hallway, Ryder needed to get to a certain dorm; Gunner Dunn’s dorm to be exact. He was well aware that the other male hated his twin brother and he was hoping that he would actually get what he needed rather than taking a sucker punch for his younger brother. Once he found the right door, he knocked lightly and waited for a response. “Gunner?” He called out, just in case the other teenager didn’t hear the knock. He fiddled with the large, rolled up sketch in his hand. He himself wasn’t at his best, he was quite down and was hoping going over his mural with someone who also knew what they were doing would help. All the could do was wait patiently until the door finally opened. “I need your help” was all he said with his rough voice and his accent clear as day.