[Juneberry]

"Um... I used to share with my sister so I got used to the bottom bunk. So if I had to choose, I'd say that." Walking to the bottom bunk, he put a bag of belongings nonchalantly onto it, glancing at a plain white pillow on one side. The picture frame fell from the bag's open pocket, along with a guitar pick. He laughed a bit, picking up his guitar pick and seeking his capo. "So this is where it was. I meant to put this in my guitar bag..." He went to the guitar case to put it away.

"So you're an artist, huh? What sort of art do you like to do? There are so many different art forms... I can't help but be curious." He grinned as he put away the things he had to, accidentally moving a string in his guitar, thus making a slight sound. He shook it off when adding, "I'd love to see your work sometimes. And don't worry, I won't practice here if it'll be too loud for you."