“Just don’t make a mess, don’t be obnoxious… and my room is off limits..”

He never agreed to any of this — his job was to kill devils, not watch over them. This was stupid, but Makima’s orders were orders, and he wouldn’t dare go against her. He handed you a pillow and a blanket — hoping that would be enough to keep you satisfied with your stay on his couch.

“Also wash any dishes that you use… and wash them well,” he grumbled through a sigh, grabbing a newspaper & his coffee mug.