[Sheesh, why was that one guy so loud? The other he still had that feeling of wanting to punch, and the remaining one seemed to be the only decent, or at least normal, person he was stuck rooming with.]

Ah, yeah.

[Confirming, he went back to feeling around for cigarettes. Ah, the guy he sorta wants to beat up really wants to know particular things. Is it normal to want to know blood types and hobbies?]

You should start, if you really want to know those things if no one wants to do it first.

[Mister shady.]