He doesn't feel well, falling on top of the couch to relax."Water would be nice."

His mouth feels horribly dry, sitting up on the couch. Punkish scratches his cheek, fixing his bangs.

'That'll ruin my impression, don't let it consume you. You can do this, Punkish.'

"I would like to invest in getting a place like this. I might need a roommate to help me out... Maybe the money I make can afford a place like this."