<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1a/70/e1/1a70e19911da3351a10387c2307952b1.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Xavier Rayford<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Randall House<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>As Pictured<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open to Randall or people walking by noticing someone moving in (a month late)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMivT7MJ41M</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>Most of the truck was unloaded by the time Randall began to stir. Xavier was already docking his phone and starting a playlist to keep him distracted while moving onto his next Herculean labor. "Hey man." He was grooving to the music and didn't bother to stop as Randall jumped right into the pizza, face first. "Don't forget to mow the lawn and take the trash out honey." Xavier rolled with it as he began to stock the fridge. "Rehydrate, you look like shit." A bottle of water was tossed in his direction.<br/><br/>"I got the most of it down, the only thing left is stuff that goes into the forbidden lands (garage), detergent, softener and car stuff." Xavier mentioned in case Randall wanted to handle that himself. The garage was his domain, technically the entire house but it was all jesting in good fun.<br/><br/>"I may have gone a bit overboard but I don't doubt we will fuck up all this food. Hey, where you at that loud ass party? I saw some pretty weird shit later in the evening after it was broken up."