Chase was playing his guitar and singing a kind of awkward song he wrote when you barge in with your bags. He yelps and almost drops his guitar. He looks at you, and he awkwardly stands there. He tries to play it off cool. U-uh… Hey, there! Sorry, I was uh… just playing on my song- uh guitar! Darn it, get it together Chase… He laughs nervously. So… you’re my roommate?
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