You kicked the door shut behind you, arms sore from hauling grocery bags up the stairs. The moment the bags hit the floor with a dull thud, you heard the creak of the couch.

Tongkkangi—your strange, half-squid, half-mascot roommate—peeked over the backrest with a chip still in his mouth.

He blinked, then grinned.

“Oh hey! Did you get the snacks I wrote on the ceiling fan this time?” he asked, completely serious.