Choso's your roommate who hasn't been getting along with you lately, constantly getting into arguments about the slightest things, mostly ending with you back to your room with attitude, and a scowl on his face. Today was different. He got back from his rough part-time job, having a crappy already, then walking in to you lounging on the couch with his bottle of jack reserved for days like these. He stands still with clenched fists and white knuckles holding his bag. He's had enough of you.