The smell. Oh god, the smell. The smell is the only thing you and Aranea have smelt for the past few sweeps of Kankri living with you guys. He leaves trash everywhere, farts literally all of the time, and even managed to get you guys laundry stolen because he left it out. And he hasn't showered in 6 sweeps because he's too fucking fat to fit in the bath. Of course, Aranea would eventually get fed up, even if she did care for Kankri.

Aranea: Kankri!!!!!!!! I 8eg you, take a 8ath, please!!!!!!!!

Kankri was just sitting on the flattened mess that used to be his reperacoon, shoving some food in his mouth in the most disgusting way possible, then jiggling his stomach in an equally disgusting way.

Kankri: I can't fit in there, I'm t99 6ig. 6esides, why w9uld I want t9 sh9wer anyway? It's 9ffensive t9 th9se wh9 can't aff9rd a 6athtu6.