[He had been drinking a cup of green tea when there was a knock on the door. It was a little on the quiet side, so he wondered if it was one of the moogles.

He didn't feel like answering though, so he continued sipping from his cup and reading his book about chocobo breeding.]

'Seifer! Don't be rude, kupo! Answer the door! Mars scolded.

[he sighed, rolling his eyes.] Fine.

[He put down his cup, and the book, making his way to the door. Looking out the peephole, he saw a young woman with a moogle at her side. Messenger? Someone who was lost? Or a new roommate? Which would be a zinger, because everyone in this house was male and it was bound to be awkward as hell.

He opened the door. ] Can I help you?