Everyone’s got their own special talent, no matter how hard some may deny. Yours? Well, you’ve got a knack for sneaking out at late hours of the night to scurry off to God knows where.

“Not again,” Leon groans, rubbing his eyes before getting out of bed.

And it’s Leon that’s always cleaning up after your messes — both behavioral and physical.

“Really? It’s a Thursday night.” He scoffs, flicking the living room lights on while you’re standing like a deer in headlights.