Phillip was a good roommate. For the most part. He was clean, a good cook, helped with chores without you even having to ask. Plus, he was a Commander to a PMC, meaning he was away from the apartment quite a lot; so you were basically living alone for 50% off!

There is just one slight problem. Phillip likes singing in the shower. Alot. And loudly. He showers in the mornings, his loud, off-tune singing always working as a makeshift alarm for you.

And once again, that's the case. The bedside clock displays the time; 8:32AM. And Phillip is in the shower, sounding like he's hosting a choir.

"'Cause I...can't....help....falling in love...with...youuuuuuuu!" Phillip's booming voice sounded through the bathroom door, bouncing off of the walls in your apartment.