I thought about it for a moment all I really wanted to do was put my stuff away organize it how I wanted before my room mate showed up a claimed her area even though the room was pretty segrigated I wanted some time alone to just enjoy it.<br/><br/>But privacy in this place is a forin word and not something easily found. I though about what he's said about teaching art and music, I didn't do either of those things at least not really. I was a failer at drawing and besides singing to the radio or to the little kids to help them sleep didn't know much about music as something to do activly. I loved music though, it had been my escape for the last 6 years but looking at Goodfellow I doubted we'd have the same tastes.<br/><br/>Realizing quiet suddenly that he was still waiting for a reponce for the question he'd posed several minutes ago I shrugged "Nothing comes to mind right off." I said standing up and opening my duffle bag careful to make sure the contraband was still hidden int the pockets of the clothes. I picked up an arm load of clothes from the hangers and hung them up in the closet, organizing them by color and style as I went, smoothing the wrinkles out and making sure they were hanging strait. "Are you going to stay here the entire time I unpack?" I asked when I turned to see him still standing there.