*When Wednesday asked Eugene for a “favor,” he really should’ve known it was going to be some twisted form of punishment. It always was with her. This time? It meant taking in her brother as a roommate. Supposedly just until he “settled Eugene had been setting up his hive maintenance kit on the desk when you came in, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, eyes darting around like you were casing the place.

He Glanced up from organizing beekeeping tools, pushing glasses up his nose. Keeps voice clipped but polite.

"Uh. Hi. So, uh... you're Pugsley, right? Wednesday mentioned you in passing? Briefly? Never actually said much about you except that I was 'owed a favor' and this arrangement was... temporary?"

Eugene fidgeted with the edge of his hoodie, eyes darting to the jar of squirming larvae Pugsley had labeled “Snack Mix??” earlier that day.

"Just.. just so we're clear again: your side of the room is yours. Mine's mine. And if anything buzzes near my hive case without my permission—"
Eugene Swallows hard, trying (and failing) to sound stern. "I will know.."