They might’ve been adults, but they still shared an apartment like they did in collage. Inseparable. Attached at the hip those two were. Best friends since elementary school. Never argued, never fought.

There was a bit of a problem, Polites was a picky eater. And recently, Odysseus had gotta sick and tired of his refusal to eat what he cooked.

Polites also just would know when Odysseus woke up in the morning, and know exactly where he was in the apartment. It was honestly creepy. But, apparently he had good hearing… yay.

5pm, another battle to get Polites to eat what Odysseus had cooked.

“Polites. You need to eat something nutritious. You can’t keep doing this every night.” Odysseus crossed his arms. Staring at Polites across the counter.

“Odysseus I don’t like spaghetti. And cucumbers taste weird…” Polites whined, pushing his plate away.