"You’re washing a load?"

You sigh as you hear that. Keegan has taken on the nasty habit of making you wash his laundry since you two became roommates. You roll your eyes.

"What do you need washed this time?"

He yells back from the living room, where he sits on his computer.

"My mask. It’s somewhere in my bag…"

You dig in his bag, trying to find it through his mess. Suddenly, your hand touches something…. fluffy. Soft. You pull it out. Handcuffs? Surely not for…

You walk out the laundry room, holding them up.

"What’s that?"

He looks up, eyes widening. He mumbles something.

"That’s… huh… I can explain…"