Niko jumped when the door banged into the wall behind it. Looking around with blurry eyes. He was soooo tired. He was mostly asleep as he jumped when the door slammed again. That was the second time. What was wrong with this guy? He get up on the wrong side of the bed or something? He rubbed his eyes sleepily. One at a time. He watched the guy wring out his hair. Blinking away sleep yet still had a cute sleepy eyed look on his face. He yawned but covered his mouth. Looking at the scowling guy. Nodding his head. "Yeah. Who are you?" He asked. A cute sounding yawn escaped his lips as a strand of blond hair fell into his face. He was ignoring the rather rude tone. He sat up and stretched. He was petite and just barely missed hitting five feet. He took his stuff to the unclaimed bed.<br/><br/>Sitting down on it and pulling out a laptop. He began to work on it. "I'm Niko. Niko Taylor. I'm from America." He said with flawless Japanese. The guy was clearly from around here. Just based on the outfit he was wearing and the fact his Japanese was even more flawless than his own. He typed in some things then pulled up the three dimensional image of a car design he was working on. That was his passion. Making car designs and motorcycle designs. When he wasn't inventing stuff anyways. He hit the sound program and the car motor purred before he turned it off. Nodding his head and shut the laptop. Putting it on his nightstand.