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

Entering the house had only been a quarter of the battle, now he just had to worry about landing himself a good room and trying not to bother the other tenants. The bunch of them seemed pretty normal so far, save for the chain smoker that seemed misplaced somehow. He had almost successfully been managing not to look in that young man's direction, something about him made him feel vaguely uncomfortable. The house was alright, quaint somehow and the older lady seemed doting. Something about her struck him as kind of maternal, he was glad to hear the offer of tea despite the fact that he was more prone to pounding down sugary soda and energy drinks. He was almost comfortable, this place could be a real home if he ever got used to his house mates.

The boy with the glasses toppled over, knocking his boxes askew and startling Greg into audibly gasping. He stepped back quickly and blinked at the boy on the floor that had been standing just moments ago. Despite his better judgement, he couldn't help but kneel down next to him. Carefully picking up a folder or two, he righted the box on the floor and pushed them back inside, making to pick up some of the books that had fallen as well. He didn't bother to ask if the boy actually needed his help or not, he just started doing it, almost as if it were a reflex. It didn't seem like he actually enjoyed doing it but the intention was polite, at the very least.

"[color=662d91]You're clumsy.[/color]" he stated though his tone wasn't particularly mean, just a little on the brisk side. "[color=662d91]If you're going to carry so much at once, you should really ask for some help.[/color]" 

The door opened to let in another man, who looked approachable and greeted the room with flourish. Greg looked up at him, stared at him for perhaps a moment too long before nodding a silent greeting back at him. He set another book into the box before standing up again and adjusting the strap of his duffle bag back up his shoulder. "[color=662d91]I'm Gregory O'Connor, call me Greg.[/color]"

[h1][color=ec008c]Rueni.[/color][/h1]

The shadow creature had been watching, perched precariously in the high corner of the room. Her shady frame not in sight to the humans but still causing a slight leech in color on the wall. She didn't have much to say about the situation, she'd already done her complaining over the last few weeks. She'd practically been begging for the landlady to keep the humans away but that had done little to nothing. Now, she was stuck watching and waiting as they poured into the home like ants and she huffed, the shadows in the room subtly shifting to the left. Sliding down the wall like liquid ink, she moved closer to Marie. 

Her voice only audible to her, the sound of it was petulant and sharp. "[color=ec008c]I don't [i]like[/i] them, Marie. I liked the house how it was, but now they're just [i]crawling[/i] all over the place and making [i]messes.[/i] Ravus won't even follow the rules, this is going to descend into a mad house and I don't want to be here for it.[/color]"[/center]