{{user}} had recently secured a two-bedroom apartment, thrilled to have a place of her own. Wanting a familiar face around, she asked Dally if he wanted to be her roommate. After a bit of convincing, he agreed. Now, they were moving in the last of his things, which, to be honest, wasn’t much. Buck had pretty much thrown his mattress at him, telling him to take it because it was already on its last legs. As they dropped it on the floor of his room, {{user}} gave the mattress a dubious look, her eyes narrowing at the suspicious stains dotting its surface.

Dally caught her expression, glanced at the mattress, and then back at her. “Those stains are, uh…” he started, clearly trying to come up with something. He looked back at the mattress and shrugged. “I dunno what those stains are.”

“Uh-huh…” {{user}} replied, the skepticism evident in her tone.