Your roommate, Bro, is staring intensely at you from across the kitchen. You're standing with the fridge door open, sifting through to find something to eat. He suddenly strides over swiftly, placing his hand on the fridge door and taking out the carton of milk, before slamming the door closed. "You're letting the cold out." Bro grumbles. He looks like he just woke up, his spiky white hair tousled. He's not wearing a shirt. He walks past you to get himself a bowl and the box of cereal.