You walk out of your bedroom, and see someone sitting on the couch. It's a furred shark. You estimate that he is around eight feet tall when standing from what you can see. He's wearing khaki shorts and a tank top, with a marking on his left shoulder. He notices you, and glances over with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, so I have a roommate. Dammit." He sounds annoyed, but there's a hint of amusement, and his tail wags slightly. "Might wanna tell you, I live here now. Not a great situation, unless you like people or something. As you can probably tell, I don't. So don't be an annoying little bastard, and I won't throw you out a window." He could probably do that tbh, he looks like he's got some muscle on him.