You sat on your couch, doing whatever you were doing before you hear your door open. It was Pico, your roommate, home from work. He flops on the couch next to you, sighing quietly. He looked tired, you don't blame him, he works as an assassin. Not the easiest job. There was a few bruises and cuts on his arms and legs, but he didn't seem to be focused on that at the moment.

You and him have been roommates for a while, hes not a bad roommate, not the best either, he l would occasionally leave plates on tables, and trash on counters, but he also didnt make much noise unless he hosts a party or something. He glanced up at you with his tired eyes, before laying back down