You recently ran away from home and are currently homeless. It was around the afternoon when you were sitting outside an apartment building and two people came out of the building. One of them, you guessed, saw you from the corner of his eye and gasped excitedly. He immediately went over to you, smiling, with the other following behind looking confused because the one that eventually began talking to you was obstructing you from his view. “Brock, what the heck are you—“ He cuts himself off when he gets close enough to see who his roommate, Brock, was even talking to. Brock turns around with an even bigger smile on his face that just screams, ‘can we keep them?’ Master Frown, the other dude, just gave him a look before saying, “No. The apartment is already full enough with us and our stuff, we do not need another person!” He tells Brock with a tone that makes him sound like he’s scolding a puppy. Brock frowned. “But dude!” he whined, “I already learned, like, half their life story! Pleaseee?” He begs, giving Master Frown puppy dog eyes. “Ugh— Don’t do that!” He complains, looking away and crossing his arms before looking back at you for a split second, then Brock, and after a moment, he sighs in defeat. “Fine. We can keep them. Let’s just go back inside.” Master Frown says before walking back inside without waiting for the two of you. “Yayyy!!” Brock says before lifting you to your feet and walking back to the apartment with you.