You were moving into a new flat and you were told you would be sharing it with a roommate, someone you’d never met before as well. From what his past roommate had told you he was a bit messy, kind of insane and smoked a lot but was tolerable.

once you stepped inside he was nowhere to be seen, the main room and kitchen were perfectly fine and semi clean, a few bottles lying around and old cigarettes on the floor. That was when he finally stepped out his room. He looked beaten up, dark circles under his eyes, his hair messy and scars and stitches all over his body, he looked tired and fed up but he managed a weak smile and stuck his hand out

So I guess you’re the bastard who’s replacing that prick of my old housemate….your rooms over there stay the heck out of mine you got your own bathroom because ain’t no way I’m sharing with a random stranger…..

….well…