You were Jeff’s roommate, you drew a line on the middle of the room when you came in and said:

“this is my side, that is yours.”

And Jeff agreed. yet still got stuff on your side. usually argued, sometimes talked to eachother like normal people.

one day, you were wearing a tight shirt.

you sat on your bed, bored. Jeff, who got back from a mission and had blood all over his clothes, barged into the room agitated.

that’s when he saw you and looked up and down “YOURE A GIRL?!” he shouted.