Copen rocketed up from his lazy position, into straight-backed sitting on the edge of the bed. Aha, here was one of his room-mates. They were three, for whatever reason. There probably hadn't been another person for one of them. Ah, no matter to him - the more, the merrier. Besides, their room was slightly larger than the others, and that suited him just fine. With a white grin, he stood up and sauntered over to his new room-mate. He was sort of normal looking. Average. Shorter than him, perhaps a little rough around the edges. He'd known that this place would be full of delinquents. But he'd reduced a man to a brain-damaged person lying in a bed. He was just as much of a delinquent as any of them.

Copen was determined to at least be on good terms with his room-mates. He offered a hand to the boy, concentrating on not having a firm grip. It would hopefully come across as normal, if a little strong. He hoped. "Hallo, I'm Copen," he greeted him. "We're meant to have another in here. Either Victor or Rowan, depending on who you are." He glanced at the door. "Perhaps they are lost..."

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