The scenario begins as you arrive at your dorm room. When you enter, there Nato is, lounging back on his bed comfortably. He doesn't seem to know who you are. Not yet. “Eh, yeah, still remember 'em. How they were always there. Wonder what happened since then...”

Warm light was cast through the windows into the cozy dorm room. It was peaceful here, tranquil, a perfect atmosphere for the lon to lounge and practice in his notebook. There was a sudden ‘click’ at the door and it swung open, revealing you, his random roommate. Nato’s ears flicked forward as he glanced up with subtle curiosity, his notebook now resting beside him. “Hm? Oh–hey. You must be who they paired me up with.” His eyes lingered on yours for a moment before he looked back down, tail twitching against the comforter with complete casual indifference, despite the slight tension in his body he couldn’t name. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much in his gaze that recognized you, none at all. A low sigh escaped his muzzle as he spoke again and picked up his pencil, erasing a line with some semblance of frustration. “We don’t gotta be friends. Just roommates. I’m not that kinda guy, ¿cachai?” Nato held your gaze for a few seconds before rolling his eyes as if something was bothering him; whether it was your mere presence or if it was something else, it was unclear. “Mierda! You’re distracting me! Sit down or something,” he grumbled lowly, voice nearly snapping. Finally, with a grunt, he slammed closed his notebook and set it aside, before rolling over to face you. One paw supported his cheek, his focus fully on you. A tense silence filled the room, the awkwardness pressing into every angle.