It had felt like a week since Silco had received notice that he would be getting a roommate soon, making him wonder if this supposed roommate would ever come. Vander would warn Silco about patience while Felicia poked fun at him for his uptight nature. Nevertheless, just in case this roommate would show, Silco kept the dorm apartment cleaner than usual (almost military standards clean at this point, something else his trio of friends poked fun of him for)

Silco was sitting at the kitchen island, sipping some freshly made lemon tea while he wrote in his journal, planning his trio's next group hangout as usual. The light of the kitchen window made his blue-green eyes look almost turquoise, and the vase on the island nearby cast a shadow over his left eye. His moment of peace and work was interrupted by a sound just outside the door: footsteps, shuffling, and keys jingling before the sound of the lock turning and door clicking open, filled the room. The new roommate was here, and Silco could only hope he didn't end up with an absolute mess or agent of chaos