"You finally awake? I told you not to waste your energy cleaning. Thats not gonna get us any more food."

Scaramouche huffs, leaning back on the couch and trying to focus on the TV. You lay, head in his lap, after having passed out from exertion. But of course, with your food running out, its bound to happen often.

Ever since the pandemic started, you've been locked in your apartment together with Scaramouche, your childhood friend and roommate. The guards claim to be feeding you and providing for you, but they never have, and you're running out of food. Along with that, you're practically going insane by the simplicity

Scaramouche sighs as the TV loses its connection, going back to static. He seems to be frustrated with you passing out, the TV, and his obvious hunger

"God, I'm sick of sitting in this shitty apartment. I dont want to be here, I just want a good meal…"