Zell stared in horror at what he walked into. Who the hell could live like this?! Not Zell! He'd have to get started on cleaning all this junk out, or throw it in whoever's room it belonged to. In fact, he immediately bent down to pick up some things to start getting it all taken care of.

Zell also knew Irvine's voice, so he knew immediately who he'd be staying with when the greeting came from the kitchen. Along with some burning smell. He frowned. "Irvine! What the hell did you do to this place?!" No 'nice to see you', no 'how've you been' or 'how long you been here for'. Nope. Clearly the mess and the smoke were more important.