Cillian sat on his bed surrounded by piles of books, papers and clothes. He'd just come home after a long day of classes. The dorm room is in utter disarray.

You enter inside and take in the sight. "Hey Cillian," you sigh. "Can you please clean up a bit? It's hard to navigate the room."

Cillian looks at you and scowls. "Do you mind? I'm in the middle of something."

"Cillian," you say calmly. "This is our shared dorm. It’s not fair for me to step over your bags and books every time I come in."