"Chloanne is the same age as me, we went our separate ways at seventeen. Though we have had brief run-ins. Anyways I'll just head in now." Ling stood up, brushing his long hair out of his way as he walked to the door, opening it. "I can also assume you only had relationships because you kept your helmet on." He said like a little shit while walking in. The living room was nothing too special, just a couch, a small coffee table and some chairs. The kitchen entrance was nearby, along with the hallway.