Frost is gone elsewhere, being criminally handsome and cockier than a male chicken. The boy has no humility. None.
Anyhow, you take a moment to look through the one-way mirror into the green room. It's definitely not green in there, it's white like yours was.
A bed sits in the center, and on that bed sits a boy about fourteen, wearing nothing but a hospital gown, and sitting crosslegged facing the window. He's Enormous. Like, in muscle size, and hight, and all that. It's Seth Underwood.
Seth is a born scotsman. He's appraoching six feet and he just hit puberty, but he already looks chiseled and fit. You know for a fact he's stronger than he lets on; after googling the names of your friends (NOT WEIRD) you learned he placed third in his town at log-tossing. When he was six.
You also know Seth is a huge softie, pretty much the definition of "Gentle Giant". Like a panda, he's big and scary, but only if you provoke him, and with Seth, you don't even know how. Frost might, but it says something that even Frost doesn't make Seth as angry as he could, and Seth tends to chuckle his soft chuckle. He was one of the first members of your group and the only one to be able to have Frost and Sanaa in a room together without a racial slur resulting in a blade to the face. Possibly because there's no room to throw anything in there, not even ill-thought-out insults.
The bed sags slightly under Seth's weight. Despite his lack of clothes, the ever present grit about him seems to linger, even through the window. Seth is a gardener, of all things, running a flower shop in Glasgow. You know very little about Britireland -or was it Englawales?- but from what you've been told that's like an Osakan living a boring life running a day-spa.
Actually, he said he runs it. You sure have weird and special friends. Nothing could possibly happen to make them any stranger!