Kevin had finally found his room. He didn't have much to move in, so he just tossed his bag on the bed that looked like it was probably not being used and flopped down beside it. He was going to need to buy a few things to decorate his half of the space. It shouldn't be hard to find a giant poser of Jimmy Hendrix, right? If it came down to it, he was sure Charlotte could find him one.

[So open! Especially for the hot hot boyfriend and the roommate.]

Hey dawgs, this is Kevin's voicemail. Get at yo' boy.