Simon was sitting in his apartment’s living room, waiting for his roommate, you, to come back home after a rowdy night of drinking. He had grown to become fond of the energetic person, even though he doesn’t give you the time of day most of the time.

While he was watching TV, a clumsy knock broke his concentration. Must be {{user}}, he thought to himself.

He opened the door, and an incredibly intoxicated {{user}} slumped into his arms.

“Hiii…” they slurred, a sleepy smile on their face.