[ Well, Chuuya is a lush and a grosso and generally pretty unappreciative, so he understands why he seems like the superior roommate option now. In fact, who would want to room with Nakahara at all? Hopefully he doesn't grope Rai in his sleep, insatiable perv that he is.

Meanwhile, Yusuke isn't thrilled with the idea of a roommate, but as far as adults and/or strangers go, there were worse options. ]

That's fine with me. [ He prefers having someone neat around anyway, even if Frankie seems a little extreme about it. With a small, polite bow, ] I'll be in your care then, Frankenstein.

[ There isn't much to show off, though—their room has more art supplies squirreled away, some weapons in the corner... and the rest of the apartment is pretty spartan besides. The small kitchen is well-used, and the cleaning closet stocked with some basics, like mops, dust pans, whatever. He rummages around as he thinks aloud, casually tossing back rags and whatever else he finds. ]

We don't have many house rules. But you can establish some order, if you prefer. [ He kind of seems the type. ]