London straightened up with a sudden start as he heard new voices downstairs. He hastily stuffed the clothing he had been moving into the nearest drawer, and tried to bolt down the stairs to meet the other two house-mates. He went down the stairs with the same awkward two-at-a-time gait, but misjudged the last two steps and stumbled, nearly falling face first into a couch at the bottom of the stairs. Luckily, he managed to remain upright and grinned to himself, until he remembered that people were witnessing his clumsiness, at which point the smile dropped and he blushed profusely. He scanned the room, taking inventory of the people. Hannah and Esther were there, as well as a stunning redhead and a ruggedly handsome man, who, judging by voice, was Irish. London's mind reeled for a second; everyone he was going to live with was by far more attractive than himself. None the less, he tried to squeak out an introduction through his embarrassment.<br/><br/>"Uh, h-hey," he started shakily. "Uh, you must be the other house-mates. I didn't hear you come in. Uh, name's London, like the city. Not Big Ben though." He shot a jokingly accusing glance at Hannah. "I'm, uh, guessing that you've already met the wonder twins here." He tried his best to sound joking as he said the last sentence, pointing his thumb at Esther and Hannah, but only ended up sounding sarcastic.