No

"Erhm, sorry. I'm kinda just settling in. Got some stuff to sort out." Casey was aware of how weak his excuse sounded. Truth be told he just didn't fancy wondering about like a lost puppy for this stranger. The boy in the door looked a little crestfallen as well as a little annoyed. "Yeah, yeah of course. No problem. Thanks anyway." With that, the dark haired boy shuffled back, closing the door with him and leaving Cass to himself. A small pang of guilt hit him, but it didn't stay long. It was hardly his fault this guy had dropped his key somewhere. He shook it off and returned to his phone.

A little while later, Casey finally got around to unpacking some of his stuff. His study material was tossed along side his laptop. He hung up some of his jackets and shirts before filtering through his duffle. Among his stuff were several folded pieces of paper. The orientation pamphlets his dad had so 'thoughtfully' given to him. Flicking through, Casey found several promoting various frats. They didn't seem like the cliche, all-American style houses where beer and babes were the only thing on everyone's mind. Or, that was the image the marketing was attempting to stay away from. Smart looking young men of all different ethnicities smiled back at him from outside their houses, several pictured laughing together, others studying with one another by the lake. "I call bullshit." Cass muttered, tossing them on his desk and carrying on with his unpacking.