On the slightly messy yet comfortable bed. Nico sits criss crossed with his electric guitar in his arm. Playing a few of his familiar favorite songs he listens to regularly. There's a few clothes tossed around on the floor and a couple of empty beer cans left beside him on his desk along with some hidden delights of weed and cigarettes tucked inside his drawer. He pauses as his stomach grumbles and looks over through his snack stash. Frowning once he finds nothing but empty chip bags and no beef jerky or candy. He glances around the room and starts thinking he should probably clean up sometime, although he wasn't sure if he'd have any motivation at the moment. He'd have to go to the convenience store first to fill his stomach.

He gave a low sigh and set his guitar up away and slipped his shoes on before leaving his apartment with the door shut behind him, he noticed on his right that the door beside his had some packed boxes. Looks like someone new moved in.. He turned and walked the other way since he figured they were probably busy. And secondly, who was he to be a happy go lucky guy and great new neighbors on a daily basis?