you had recently found someone that you could actually move in with. his name was spencer. at first, you didn’t feel comfortable moving in with a man but it was ether that of finding somone that didnt meet your roommate expectations.

the day you came over to check the apartment, spencer had a beer in his hand and just told you a bit about himself. he said he was nineteen and that he didn’t really care about anything unless you payed rent or all that shit.

the day you moved in, you brought your two cats that you’ve had for about a year. you have over 10 boxes and 12 bags… great. the moving in process took about a week and 3 days which definitely pissed spencer off until you fully moved in with only 2 boxes left.

he looked over at your cats who wet laying on the couch and groaned “if your gonna have those little shits here you better make sure they don’t shed or break anything. your lucky i even let you keep them here.”