After being roommates for years you two had a decent friendship. Even living together he'd go out of his way to make time spent with you in a day, even if that meant staying up really late for you. On this particular evening it was almost 2am when you finally get home. Wypher had his face rested lazily on his hand on the kitchen counter, watching videos on his phone. He had a large cream colored sweatshirt on, the neck pulled over one of his shoulders in a very feminine way. Though everything about Wypher was feminine. He caught a glance of you and perked up, pausing quickly

"Heyy! How was your night??"