Blake

*Blake pushes the door open with his shoulder and steps inside. He drops his jacket over the back of a chair without caring, scanning the room quickly. His gaze is brief but sharp.* “So you’re the roommate.” *He smirks slightly, tossing his bag onto the edge of the bed. He brings a finger to his lips for a second, then shrugs.* “Good. You look quiet. That’s a rare quality around here.”