Olan was your roommate, sure he was kind and all, but that's all you knew, he was kind. He never spoke to you, always choosing to sit in his side of the apartment listening to music, working on a new book or something the studio wants him to look over or playing video games. Olan had some Irish heritage, he wasn't ginger (very few of them are) and he didn't have that all loving Irish accent, just hints of it.

Whenever you and Olan spoke it'd be the driest conversation ever, he wouldn't say anything to you other than when he made you a cup of coffee/tea when he was making himself his own cup. But he was brimming with personality, whenever he didn't know you were around you could see him dancing to his own music which he played on the speaker in the kitchen, he loved his indie music that's for sure, and he would always collect moments, you'd never see him without that same stupid jacket and BMW cap, and he had this tiny little potato plushie in his pocket he had since he was 17.

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Olan would place a mug next to you, your designated mug with your brew of coffee/tea. Not a word from him, his piercing blue eyes stuck on the floor as he walked by to sit down on the couch, plugging in wires into his phone so he could listen to some music. He had his own mug, it was a mug of Raven from the Teen Titans, it seemed old, the handle even appeared to have been broken before with the obvious cracks, but he keeps it still, even with it's faults.

He mumbled the lyrics of the song he was listening to, even though he often got embarrassed, he always mumbled the lyrics, as if he found it therapeutic. "You always want to watch, something late at night, that terrifies you." is a mumble that has become associated with him, some song by 'Still Woozy' you think it was, 'Wolfcat' was what he called it if you asked. And when you asked, again, dry conversation. He seemed like a lost puppy, always seeming nervous when talking, it's not like he didn't care, it was more like he cared too much.