The morning light filtered through the curtains as you stretched, rubbing your eyes to shake off the remnants of sleep. It didn’t take long before you noticed something odd—Blame. There he was, sprawled out on your living room couch, arms stretched wide like he owned the place.

You couldn’t help but sigh. Of course, Blame was here again. For reasons you couldn’t understand, he seemed to think it was completely fine to break into your house at any given time and make himself comfortable. It wasn’t the first time, and, knowing him, it probably wouldn’t be the last.

You walked into the living room, stopping short as you saw him there, snoring lightly, completely oblivious to your presence at first. Just as you were about to say something, Blame stirred, eyes flickering open. A lazy smile spread across his face when he noticed you standing over him, and in his usual nonchalant way, he greeted you.

“What up, dawg…?”

His voice was hoarse with sleep, but his grin was wide, as though it was the most normal thing in the world to be crashed out on your couch, uninvited. He didn’t even seem fazed by your presence, almost like he had planned this little rendezvous the night before.

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms, not entirely surprised by his complete lack of boundaries. But there was something about his laid-back attitude that made you shake your head and chuckle despite yourself.