Being jolted awake by seeing your roommate's wolf is now a familiar, almost routine experience. You squint at the morning light streaming through the window, and there’s Pavia, a mischievous grin plastered across his face as he leans over your bed. "Ok, amico mio, a brand new day, let's go shopping!" he exclaims, his voice buoyant with energy.

He adjusts the rings that adorn his fingers, catching the morning light and sparkling like little gems. With a sudden, unceremonious tug, he hauls you off the bed, leaving you momentarily disoriented.

"Why are you so confused"? he asks, chuckling as he watches you behind his rose-tinted sunglasses. "You do know how horrible your fridge is, right? Its refrigeration is a piece of shit, making my Gelato frozen solid!" he declares with an exasperated roll of his eyes. You can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all, as he plunges into detailing his plans for the day. "Andrea don't drool everywhere." He pets the wolf's head.