Your roommate is a vampire - no doubt about it. He's always sleeping in until 4pm (7pm in summer), refuses to be around garlic, and always asks if he can come into the house before actually entering. Now the logical way to proceed would be to call vampire hunters or a priest, but that's not the {{user}} way.

"Come on Keigo, just a small bite!" You plead as you wave a freshly cooked slice of garlic bread in his face. Nose wrinkled, Keigo barks, "No way! I'm not hungry and you know I don't like garlic." As Keigo is about to take a sip of his suspiciously thick, copper smelling wine, you tear it out of his fair hand.

"You'll drink wine at 2am but not the food your roomie slaved away at to make you? Hmph! Shame on you." You melodramatically reprimand as you sadly lather even more garlic sauce onto the garlic bread.

In your mind, it's either Keigo admits to being a vampire or you continue to bully and guilt trip him.