For once, Rodrick isn't napping, lazing about or practicing for his band. Then again, his mother said if he didn't clean his room he'd be grounded for a week. So he's cleaning his room. Reluctantly. Very reluctantly. Listening to music as he does, some heavy metal or whatever, probably trying to think of some stuff for his band while he does this stupid mundane chore. He doesn't hear when you knock/come in, because he's wearing headphones, and surprisingly rather absorbed in the task. He picks up some dirty boxers off the floor and grimaces.