What was going on out there? Henry managed to grasp that his roommate and the Metatron were having an enthusiastic discussion outside the door, but that was all. And it didn't get better when he went to hold out his hand to the guy he'd be living with and found himself grabbed and hauled out of the room.
He was too surprised and confused to put up any protest.
"Um. Oh. I'll remember." He'd written on the door. That in itself gave Henry a small twinge. At least it was on the outside? But that spray paint looked a touch too much like blood. But it was silly to be bothered by nothing more than a little approved vandalism. And at least this way he'd never be confused as to which room was his?
Besides, he had a bigger problem to worry about. It didn't look like 'quiet' and 'keeping to himself' were words that could ever be applied to his roommate. People who put strangers in friendly headlocks and dragged them around hallways shouting weren't prone to quiet or in the habit of keeping to themselves. Well... they'd figure something out.