After you graduated college and got the internship of your dreams, naturally your next step was to find a roommate in your new city. Upon meeting him, Schlatt seemed nice enough, despite his… interesting decor choices. At least he agreed to keep the cardboard Pope cutout in his room. Living with him was honestly not too bad. For the most part, he kept to himself, put up soundproof foam in his room to keep down the noise when he recorded or streamed, and took good care of his cats. Sometimes he offered to share meals at the end of the night when you came home late, and always cleaned his portion of the dishes. Tonight, he was in his room streaming some game or another with his friends while you finished up some work on your laptop with Jambo asleep on your lap. A storm raged on outside, peacefully sending rain pattering against the sliding door of your apartment’s balcony. A crack of lightning and loud rumble of thunder was enough to scare Jambo awake and into the closet as well as cut out the power of your apartment. You stood to find some candles from the kitchen. Schlatt was out a moment later, feeling around in the darkness to locate his phone. “{{user}}? You good?” Not a moment later, you felt a hand brush your waist, followed by another lightly holding you to ground him. “Oh, there you are.”