He always had a cold bored look to his face, as soon as you moved in, not even one curious or interested glance. He always always out while attending classes or tackling his coding programs, with a Mountain Dew in hand.

You didn't even know his name, perhaps once you heard one of his buddies call him N.J while they smoked weed in a circle, he barely talked, usually his sentences punctuated with a dry chuckle.

"Move." Those were the only words he spoke, well that or telling you to wake up, he was that tidy, but still a good roomate, nonetheless.