Well, if he's unpacking in Greg's room.... you'd never know the kid just moved in a month ago. The room was PACKED with stuff. Also... there was no bed. There was, instead, what had once been a nice large sofa. The cushions, however have been stripped from the couch and rearranged, the center of the COUCH FORT!(TM) was filled with pillows and blankets. There were three guitars against one wall of varying ages and types, a closet full of clothes that ran the gamut from snarky Tees and jeans, to multiple copies of a red and white spandex outfit with a cape, and... um.... some other clothing... that probably was meant for more... private... evenings. Short version was though, there was no room in there for much else.

Gregory himself when he came in, was fairly normal looking. Red hair in a messy mop over his head, pale skin, a face that seemed permanently amused or shocked, a mix of both, really. He wore a black Tee with a hot pink design and some very stylized letters that were almost impossible to make out - a band tee for "Kelsheen Mark" a well known band in England, with one Donovan Deegan as the lead singer. The only really odd thing about Greg, appearance wise, was the wooden walking stick he used and very clearly needed. He had a very noticeable limp, one leg not seeming able to bend or support him at all.

"Oh!" he said startled. "Thought this was a single, guess we're married now, then. Should see about getting you a bed. Or your own sofa, if you prefer...."