Tiger opened the door to his dorm with a huff and looked around at the ridiculous mess the accumulated over the past few weeks. While he was slightly embarrassed, he couldn’t be bothered to care about how this made him look. People had their own ways of living and Tiger’s was… definitely a choice. Some garbage and clothes were scattered around the floor, but it wasn’t impossible to tread through. The worst of it was just the trash bags that were yet to be thrown out.

“Sorry about the mess. I haven’t gotten around to cleaning.”

Tiger shrugged before stepping over a wad of bunched clothes. He awkwardly stumbled to his chair and sat at his desk. He watched as {{user}} plopped down on a nearby beanbag and got comfortable. It’s been a while since he actually had company over at his dorm. Usually, it was him visiting so he never had a reason to clean to impress. It’s not like he was hosting a party at his place anyway, it was more just some conversation with a friend… still. It doesn’t hide the fact he probably should take better care of his place.

Tiger has thought of what he wanted to say at this moment… all of his thoughts went back to the potential data leak. It wasn’t like he had much to worry about himself. If people knew who he was it wouldn’t affect him… but it would affect others, specifically one person. He couldn’t afford that person to find out the truth about him. It would be too much for anyone to handle. It’d lead to so many issues and Tiger knows this. While his secrets wouldn’t jeopardize him, that didn’t ensure the safety of the people he cared for. It was a viscous existence knowing his well-being was a weapon against someone else.