I was true he'd gotten used to it, though perhaps 'fine' was a stretch. He could deal with it and he'd had questionable roommates in the past. There was also the matter of the ill tempered cat who still lived in Graham's room and attacked Cloud whenever he could. It wasn't optimal. It was fine.

At least he kept himself busy enough that it wasn't on his mind very often. And he had good friends too.

"Yeah, I guess it is." There was another bit of shuffling before he continued, more to do with bad grip than any heavy weight, "There's one song I got the melody for but I'm not sure if it needs lyrics. And then I got just different snippets of other things in my head. Mostly I just want to practice so it's not just the job playing but I actually know what I'm doing."