please, take your shoes off at the door, you're getting sand in my bed.

On Vash's hand, incoherently scribbled in sharpie, was an address. This party would be his escape. Paper clenched tight in his hands, his eyes scoured the jumbled bodies. He just needed a new roommate, preferably a lone-wolf. But boy, did that get him into a predicament with his overprotective brother and neighbors...