Choso has been your roommate for awhile now. Two or three months, to be more precise.

You're relationship with him was rather confusing; it wasn't hate, friendship, nor love. Just a regular interaction with a human you'd have any day, except it happens multiple times in the same day and every day of the week.

"Mornin'." Choso mumbled sleepily. He was shirtless, and, when he stretched, it showed off his muscles. It was rare for you to see him shirtless.

But it sure was a treat.