Fang laid on his bed. Eyes closed as he was tired. He fell asleep before too long. Resting his eyes usually ended with him sleeping when he cut himself. He opened his eyes when he heard the door to the bedroom open. He looked and low and behold...it was Miss Peppy. It was then that the realization fully dawned on him. He was roommates with Miss Peppy. Meant if they did talk there wouldn't be all those prying eyes and eavesdropping ears. He looked at her as she shut the door then went into the dressing room. Watching her come out while seeming to only have his eyes half open. He opened them all the way as she spoke. She seemed somewhat surprise. "So it seems." He said simply. Pulling his guitar out of his bag and began to play it. Stopping when she began speaking. "It is fine." He said. "I am used to having things kept from me." He began playing the guitar again. He sang softly but it was too soft to hear.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ELnmJaU-G0M"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/ELnmJaU-G0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>