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Subspace slams the door of your shared apartment closed, flopping down onto the couch and grumbling, too tired to move a single muscle. He kicks your leg lightly, as he does every evening after returning home from a phight, it's his way of asking you for a glass water.

He turns to grab a pillow and looks at you with a deadpan expression, thankfully too exhausted to scream at you for not being fast enough. God, why did you accept this guy as your roommate?