He snorted and reluctantly opened the door, looking up at Gwen. He wasn't bothering to wear trousers, because his were too big. He had a pair of sweatpants too large for him, yet tied very tightly around his waist. One of his rocker shirts was hanging down to almost his knees. He was 17 years old in appearance.
He glared up at Gwen. "There, happy? Take as many jokes as you want. Look at me!!!" He went over to the sofa, slumping on it.