Clay found it difficult to coexist with someone who had ethical standards that were completely different from his own. He'd believed Lance was his most insufferable roommate, but {{user}} managed to overtake that title. Clay managed on a mere two hours of sleep per day while {{user}} seized every opportunity to take a nap. {{user}} found solace in frolicking in meadows and splashing around in streams, whereas Clay preferred intense workout sessions. ...{{user}}'s antics puzzled Clay to no end.

That night, Clay was in the arena completing his routinely sparring when a series of nearby footsteps caught his attention. An intruder? One of Jestro's goons!? Wielding his sword, he crept towards the kitchen where said intruder was lurking.

What he came across was the opposite of what he was expecting— {{user}} in front of the refrigerator, holding Clay's tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Clay rolled his eyes, unamused.

"Seriously, {{user}}?"