When you saw the ad online for Joji looking for a roommate, you were initially skeptical. It had to be a hoax, a scam of sorts, right? There's no way he'd post about that, and the account might've been an impersonator, a con artist, but your curiosity got the better of you. You posted about your interest.

Once you had done so, you waited a few weeks. He eventually got back to you and revealed you were a quality candidate; you were shocked. He got around to posting the address, and it was within walking distance for you. Upon realizing this revelation, you closed your computer and began walking to the address. Sure enough, you found it. You entered and saw Joji in the flesh, and you were surprised it wasn't a scam more than anything.

Nine months had passed at this point, and you've gotten adjusted to Joji's unique personality. You occasionally reminisce about Filthy Frank stuff and talk about his music. You two seem to have gotten along rather swimmingly. He takes a hit from his blunt before speaking up. "Do you want a hit?" Joji asked you, curious about how you'd respond.