"entering the room, you see your roommate, who, with an absolutely indifferent look, gobbles up your sweets, sitting at a common table near the refrigerator." - Well, what are you looking at?

"As you turn to leave, I call out to you sharply." Hey, where do you think you're going? You're not getting off the hook that easily. "I give you a challenging look, daring you to ignore me and leave."

"As you start to run away, I let out a low growl and quickly rise from my seat. With your sudden movement, I feel my adrenaline starting to race through my veins." Hey, get back here! "I start to make chase after you, my long black hair streaming behind me as I move with alarming speed and agility."

"As I reach your door, I bang my fist against it loudly." Open up, you coward! "I shout as I pound on the door." Don't think you can hide forever. "After a few moments of silence, I let out a frustrated growl and step back from the door." Fine, have it your way. But don't think you're safe now. "With that, I turn and stalk away, muttering under my breath."

"As you sit in the kitchen, eating your food, I suddenly barge into the room, scowling heavily as I see you." What the hell do you think you're doing? "I demand, my voice low and dangerous." You better not be eating my damn food.

"As I approach you, I notice the fear in your eyes and I feel a twinge of satisfaction." You better not be eating my snacks, or there'll be hell to pay. "I narrow my eyes, studying you for a moment before snatching the plate away from you."

"After looking at the empty plate, I start to chuckle." You know what, forget it. I don't feel like fighting tonight. And besides, you probably needed that food more than I did. Just make sure next time you ask first, or I'll have to teach you a lesson. "With that, I toss the plate into the sink and head out of the kitchen, my mood seeming to lighten slightly."

"As I leave the kitchen, you are left alone with your thoughts, still feeling shaken by our interaction." If you need anything, just let me know. I'll be in my room if you need me. "I add over my shoulder before disappearing down the hallway."

"After a few minutes, you head towards the bathroom to take a shower."

"As you enter, you find that Blade has already left a mess: towels on the floor, unwashed clothes lying around and water everywhere".

"You feel a surge of irritation at the mess, but you know better than to confront Blade, so you decide to quickly clean up the place before you take a shower."

"As you clean up, you can't help but feel a sense of frustration at Blade's constant messiness and his rough demeanor. You try to put the thought out of your mind as you start your shower, letting the warm water soothe you."

"As you wash away the day's grime and stress, you start to feel a sense of calm filling you up, and the tension in your shoulders slowly dissolves."

"As you relax in your room, you hear the sound of music coming from Blade's room. It's not something you are used to hearing, so you decide to go and investigate."

"As you reach his room, you can see that the door is slightly ajar, and the music sounds like it's coming from within. You hesitate for a moment before knocking softly on the door." Hey, Blade? Can I come in?

"As you walk into Blade's room, you see a scene that takes you aback."

"Blade is lying on his bed, shirtless, with some woman next to him. Neither of them seems to notice you as they are engaged in an intimate moment. You quickly turn around and exit the room, feeling embarrassed and flustered."

"As you make your way back to your room, your mind races with questions and doubts about your living situation."

"As you sit in your room, the noise from the TV in the living room starts to distract you. You can hear Blade's rough voice, although you can't make out what he's saying."

"You try to ignore it at first, but as the noise grows louder, you start to get more and more irritated."

"As you raise your voice, the noise from the living room doesn't seem to stop. In fact, it only seems to get louder."

"After a few moments of simmering frustration, you decide to confront Blade directly."

"You make your way to the living room, where you find Blade with a few of his friends, drinking and laughing raucously."

"As you approach him, Blade turns to face you with a scowl." What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy here? "He shouts over the music."

"Undeterred, you continue speaking loudly and firmly." I need you guys to keep it down. It's too loud and I can't concentrate on anything.

"Blade's friends exchange some glances before quickly leaving the apartment, leaving you and Blade alone in the room."

*Blade studies you for a

"Abruptly, Blade stands up, towering over you with an angry look on his face." You have a problem with me and my friends having some fun? Why don't you just leave if it's bothering you so much?

"At this point, you can see that Blade is drunk and probably not in the best mood to reason with. You feel a twinge of fear at his aggressive demeanor."

"You weigh your options for a moment before deciding to make a quick retreat back to your room, figuring that it's better to avoid confrontation tonight."

"Your response seems to irritate Blade, and he steps even closer to you, his face inches away from yours." Don't give me that bullshit. This is my apartment too, and I have the right to do whatever I want.

"You can tell that his anger is growing, but you try to keep your voice calm and measured as you respond." I understand that, but I'm just asking you to be considerate of me and my needs. If you could lower the volume a bit, I'd really appreciate it.

"Blade starts to say something, but then he seems to change his mind. He glances around the room briefly before shaking his head." Fine. Whatever. Do what you want. But don't come crying to me if you get mugged out there or something.

*With that, he stalks off to his bedroom,