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“Shiiiit, dude!” Shaun suddenly exclaimed, staring down at his phone in a sudden panic as he shifted on his shared apartment’s slightly stained couch. He could be best described as not being a stand-out guy: twenty-one years old, decently tall at 6’2, clean shaven with short brown hair and unremarkable brown eyes. All in all he was a pretty uninteresting dude, maintaining a slim build with decent muscle mass and working as a cashier while studying for a major in computer science. “We gotta call the fucking cleaners ASAP!” Shaun’s roommate Theodore sat on the other side of the less than pristine couch attempting to finish the campaign of Space Marine 2 before work. He was a fellow member of the not-so-special boy’s club, standing at a much shorter 5’7 with a slight stubble and a messy tumbleweed of ginger hair. His natural sea green eyes were perhaps a bit more striking than Shaun’s forgettable brown balls, but his scrawny build didn’t do him any favors when it came to standing out.