[ WP ] The main character of the last video game you played is now your roommate . Describe one interesting interaction you had .

Jessica and I were sitting on the couch, my arm around her as we watched an old sci-fi movie and made jokes, when the door opened. My roommate was home again. 
 
 `` Hey, bro,'' I said, looking over my shoulder towards him, free hand up in a wave. Jessica tensed up by my side; not surprising, given that in our six-week relationship, this was the first time she'd ever seen him. 
 
 A little taller than me. Long blond hair, one earring. Those ears, due to an inherited trait ( or so I gathered ), were long and pointed, almost two inches away from the side of his head. His cap and tunic were blue -- probably more a cornflower blue at first, but with all the water soaking into the fabric, it was a dark navy bordering on black. His white sleeves and leggings, his gloves, even his boots ( except for the silver lining at the bottom ) were all sopping wet. The shield and sword at his back seemed dry, though. 
 
 `` Everything okay?'' I asked. He shrugged, set down his bag. `` Want me to get you some dry clothes?'' He nodded, and I stood up to run to his room. Then it hit me -- I had n't even thought to introduce Jessica. Where the hell were my manners? `` Oh, hey, sorry. Jessica, this is [ ]. He's cool. So, ah, be right back.'' 
 
 I walked down the hall towards his room. He'd done it all in wood furniture: circular table in the center of the room, desks on either side, bed with no pillows or blankets. There was a carving on the wall -- very primitive style, hero with a sword versus a beast-man -- handmade, beautiful stuff. I went into his closet and grabbed him a tunic and leggings, and shut the door behind me. 
 
 `` Here you are, dude,'' I said, leaving the stuff on the couch. `` Hey, Jessica, let's give the man some privacy, let him change in here so he does n't get water all over the carpet.'' 
 
 `` Um... sure,'' she said, walking towards me without taking her eyes off of him. I was sure it was the first time since the door had opened that someone other than me had spoken; he never spoke, except for the occasional grunt. 
 
 In my room, Jessica sat on the bed. `` Jesus Christ, Matt, who IS that guy?'' she whispered. 
 
 `` Shh!'' I put a finger to my lip and gestured towards the door. `` I told you, that's [ ]. He's my roommate.'' 
 
 `` That guy? Then why the hell have n't I met him yet?'' 
 
 I shrugged. `` He's been away.'' 
 
 `` Away where?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know. He just goes off for however long at a time, hon. I'm not his daddy, you know.'' 
 
 `` Does he always return with a giant sack of stuff like fucking Santa Claus? And soaking wet, like a Ren Faire that took place literally in the ocean?'' 
 
 `` First off, you're being rude.'' Not entirely inaccurate, I thought to myself, but rude. `` Second... well, he showed up a few months ago in this red tunic that smelled A LOT like smoke. Not like weed or whatever, more like lava, or maybe just barbecue. Again, I do n't ask questions. He's a super quiet roomie when he is here, so that's cool.'' 
 
 She scoffed. `` And how does he pay the rent if he's gone for so long?'' 
 
 `` Jewels, believe it or not.'' 
 
 `` Jewels.'' 
 
 `` Whenever he's gone, he always returns with a small satchel full of jewels, various sizes and colors. I get them converted to dollars and use that to pay his part of the rent, then deposit the rest into his savings account. I mean, really, what part of this is weird to you?'' 
 
 Jessica stood up, pacing the room. `` I do n't know,'' she said, not even bothering to lower her voice. `` The fact that you've got a weird transient roommate who dresses like an elf or a woodsland fairy or whatever, and you never thought to tell me that he's got all these bizarre quirks?'' 
 
 `` Listen, [ ] is a good guy. I trust him, and you really need to give him a chance.'' 
 
 `` Why? Because he showed up soaking wet, staring at me without talking?'' 
 
 `` Oh, Jesus Christ. Are you saying he was checking you out? Honey, I think he's --'' I lowered my voice again, just in case. `` I think he's gay.'' 
 
 That stopped her in her tracks. `` Really?'' 
 
 `` I'm not sure. I mean, he used to have this wood carving of a girl, some kind of foreign princess, but I've never seen him with a girl in all the years I've known him, ever. So, I mean... maybe?'' 
 
 After a moment's consideration, she relaxed, stepped forward to kiss me on the cheek. `` Okay, maybe I was overreacting.'' 
 
 `` And maybe I could have better prepped you for [ ]'s... quirks.'' We kissed. `` Truce?'' 
 
 `` Truce.'' 
 
 I opened my bedroom door. [ ] was right behind it, wearing his dry clothes and not looking at all happy. I guessed he'd heard, at the very least, my speculation on his sexuality. 
 
 `` Shit,'' I muttered under my breath. `` [ ], let's talk about --'' 
 
 But he was n't interested. He turned down the hall, half into a run already. In one fluid move, he tucked headfirst into a roll, clearing the space to the doorway in one loudly grunting move. [ ] grabbed his sack from where he'd left it by the door, started rummaging through it. 
 
 `` Listen, [ ], I did n't mean to hurt your feelings, and I'm sure Jessica did n't either.'' 
 
 `` I really did n't. Come on, [ ], can we just start over?'' 
 
 But he was n't hearing it. [ ] was taking out items from his sack -- a sword handle with about three inches of broken blade still attached, a thick iron hammer with a two-handed grip, a slingshot. He only stopped when he came across something near the bottom, which he took out and left on the floor before repacking his items. 
 
 And then he was gone. 
 
 `` Goddammit,'' I muttered. 
 
 `` What is that?'' she asked, staring at the thing [ ] had left behind. 
 
 I shrugged, went over to check it out. My eyes widened when I realized what it was -- one of the jewels. A big one, too, a bright orange color. If my memory of the ones he'd brought before was accurate, it was worth about two hundred of the little green ones. That was a lot of rent to pay. 
 
 `` He'll be back,'' I said, mostly believing it. `` He's a good dude, he'll give me a chance to talk to him. Besides, that's a lot of money to leave behind just over a misunderstanding. And if he does n't, I'll see if one of his friends shows up.'' 
 
 `` What are his friends like?'' Jessica asked. 
 
 `` Normal. One's a little blue fairy, total attention whore. There's a short redheaded girl, and an owl.'' 
 
 She stared at me with bemusement. `` Quite a character, your roommate.'' 
 
 
 [ Author's note: No joke, I beat Ocarina for the first time this morning -- psyched to have read this prompt. ]
