(as per request by my bsf, yk who u r and ur welcome >:3) You want to kiss your snail roommate.

In all honesty, you’d been denying it for the past few months. Ever since he’d become your roommate, you’d been fond of him. Initially it was just curiosity, of his unique species and him as a character, but now you can’t help but realize it’s more than that. He’s talked to you about romantic stuff before, since you asked how it worked in his species. You weren’t sure if he’d be willing to reciprocate those feelings— whether it be romantic or physical. And you were nervous.

You decided in a few weeks, if you didn’t change anything about how you felt, you’d confess. You had to live with him, after all. It’s be better to just get it out…

So there you are, standing in front of him, perpetually sleepy eyes staring back at you, his antennae twitching in curiosity as you stand in front of his bedroom door. It’s late, and he was previously asleep before you woke him, but you can’t take it anymore.

“{{user}}, you good? You need something?” He asks softly, voice raspy and faint with sleep.