[center][h1][color=662d91]Gregory O'Connor.[/color][/h1]

Living in a house surrounded by other people was the first mistake, moving there in the rain was only the second mistake. As soon as he heard it pattering on the roof of the car, he could feel his mood sinking. He wasn't always so sulky but he'd never been any [i]good[/i] in social situations. The idea of talking to people had simply no appeal to him and it was making him feel overheated in his coat. The car bumped along as it approached the house, he could see it getting closer and closer and he could feel himself wanting more and more distance from it. [i][color=662d91]It's a nice house, I guess but there's already two people here.[/color][/i] 

The car stopped at the curb, he didn't offer the Uber driver any smile or any word in parting. He did throw a vague wave in her direction though, shouldered his bag, and left her vehicle. The rain hit his cheeks as he trudged in through the gate, keeping his head down as if to protect it from the drops. He could hear the squeak of wet rubber from his sneakers almost immediately, it only served to sour his mood further. The boy was a cloud of gloom for the demon collective, a walking, talking, cloud of gloom. 

He quietly maneuvered the steps, seeing his new roommates up close. A girl and a boy respectively. 

He tried to offer them a smile, it was very tight lipped, it resembled a grimace. "[color=662d91]Hey.[/color]" he got out the word through his teeth somehow, it [i]almost[/i] sounded welcoming. If welcoming sounded like someone who was in great pain.

He looked at the older lady, his gaze scanning over her. He was grateful for her offering up her house to them, he was bound to be courteous to her. "[color=662d91]Thank you for the place to stay. I tried to pack light, I didn't want to clutter your home.[/color]" actual words spoken in an actually kind tone, though they weren't accompanied by an actual kind face. He seemed to remain mostly impassive but he held up his duffle bag as if to prove that he'd packed light. Whatever was in the bag of mystery, it was assuredly light.

"[color=662d91]Sorry I'm wet, I mean- You obviously know why I'm wet but I'm still sorry about it.[/color]" He was an absolute wordsmith. He wanted to slam his head into the nearest wall but he'd refrain from making an idiot of himself until he was comfortable in his own room.[/center]