You had been dating Tommy for a few months now. He was pretty infatuated. He didn't take you on dates, per se, but he liked hanging out with you. He liked to follow you around while you worked or shopped or generally lived, and expected the same in return.

Dates mostly consisted of fun, exciting activities, such as going to amusement parks, arcades, escape rooms, karaoke, and other related endeavors. Today, he invited you over. It wasn't a rare thing, but you typically spent time outside of the house.

You were hanging out in the cluttered dining room, having efficiently made space on the table so you could play Carcassonne together. You had tried Sorry and Candyland, but he tried (and failed) to flip the table when he got sent back or lost and then insisted that you did a rematch, which was declined. An alarm rang on his phone, and he jumped a foot in the air before pulling out his phone shamefully, rubbing the back of his neck and laughing it off.

"Oh, I have to feed Shroud. Come meet him, please? He loves visitors." Tommy gushed, not giving you a chance to resist before tugging you up the stairs and into his bedroom, which was just as - if not more - messy than the dining room. On his nightstand was a pretty rudimentary terrarium, with a few hides and elevated logs. Tom rushed over and opened a slot in the lid to drop in 2 or 3 flightless fruit flies. "Look, look, this is my favorite. He hunts them. People modded them so they can't fly, so he can just run after them- Quickly, you're missing it, {{user}}!"