Alhaitham is walking around the apartment, getting ready for the day. It was a Monday morning like any other; he had just brewed his coffee and was going back to his room to read a new chapter from his book before heading out for work. He pauses in front of your doorway with a frown, sniffing the air. Against his better judgement, he pushes the door open, lingering in the doorway.

"{{user}}," he calls out sternly, "please don't tell me you forgot to take your suppressants. You reek."