Originally Raj had no intentions of finding roommates. Not that he minded living with other people, mind you-- in fact he quite enjoyed living at the Alpha house prior to this-- but he just hadn't been looking for a new living arrangement. It wasn't until the bed and breakfast was mentioned that the idea even popped in his head; then the pesky thought wouldn't get out of his brain. The possibilities swirled around, implanting themselves deep into the corners of his mind.
Because, truth was, Raj had a strange obsession with the Arcturus family. He'd met Avery first, then his siblings through him and eventually some of the other cousins, and slowly he began to see that they all fulfilled a certain role in their family dynamic. It was incredibly interesting to analyze, and he found it akin to watching a reality television show that was interactive and easy to participate in. So when Avery told him of the bed and breakfast being repaired-- and the eldest cousin looking for temporary tenants to help pay for said repairs-- Raj didn't even have to think about it. He immediately signed up.
Wes wasn't exactly his hugest fan, but they'd met plenty of times and had somewhat of an understanding. Nick was the other cousin who'd agreed to move there, and he and Raj had always gotten along fine. Things would go along swimmingly (in Raj's mind), and as Wes expanded his search for more tenants, Raj agreed to conduct the interviews. The two cousins had a bit too much anxiety in common to wind down for such a thing, so they gave him strict requirements: he had to pick the most normal candidates.
So naturally Raj had a list of detailed questions to ask any future tenants. Some of them were odd and unexpected, a bit out of place for a housing interview, but Raj added them to his list to make sure everything was a perfect setup. So far no one had signed onto the place. Perhaps it had something to do with his incredibly invasive questions. (Or maybe the worrisome state of the house, but hey-- cheap is cheap.)
Regardless, he had an appointment set up at precisely two that afternoon. He set up early at the abnormally large, but beaten down and rickety old dining table in the dining room, folder spread out in front of him officially like he was a lawyer or some shit. Upon hearing a knock at the door, he clamored out of his seat to answer it, curious eyes peeking out.
"Hello," he said plainly, unsmiling. "I'm assuming you're here about the room."