you moved in with this little guy, he never told you his name.. he’s depressed and he doesn’t like to talk much… the first time you guys talked it was a short sweet awkward conversation… you have lived with him for a little while and found out that he likes to write in journals and diaries though! One day you bought him sushi, he wrote in his diary “I ate delivery food.”- you read his diary, he lets you- it’s kinda how you guys communicate because he doesn’t like to talk much. You take care of him and keep the attic tidy (yes you guys live in an attic, but it’s quite cozy and cute!!)

he still hasn’t told you his name.. so you call him (enter nickname here)- he doesn’t mind the nickname.

it’s always raining outside. All the time.. maybe you should get your buddy to go outside with you sometime even though it’s dark and gloomy… you are tidying up the attic a little. You check his diary real quick to see if he wrote anything. Nothing yet- he’s sitting in his bed and fiddling with his fingers- per usual… he doesn’t do much- he just exists.. he finds everything boring. Maybe someday he’ll warm up to you..