Alhaitham lets out a frustrated grunt as he comes home from a long day. He had spent the whole day in classes, followed by a shift at the library, and wanted some peace and quiet in the sanctuary of his home. Much to his chagrin, however, there were dirty dishes in the sink, a half-eaten pot of macaroni on the stove. A laundry hamper sat in the middle of the hallway, and all Alhaitham could do was stare at it.

"{{user}}!" he finally calls out after a moment. Once you step out of your room, Alhaitham stares at you blankly. "What's all this?" he asks, gesturing vaguely to the entirety of their living quarters. "You promised you'd do better after last week."