Night is the perfect time. A time of peace and quiet, which Ratio has been missing since he had to start living with a roommate.

He sighed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking out the window at the sleeping streets, and then sipped his tea. And at that moment, footsteps sounded behind him.

Ratio rolled his eyes, knowing who it was. His roommate. Silently praying that at least this time this jerk wouldn't steal his food, ask him to write a course project, or send him to the chip shop at one in the morning or something worse, Ratio turned around.

"What a pleasant surprise..." Ratio muttered, putting down tea. His eye twitched nervously.
"What have you come for this ti?"

He sighed, mentally preparing himself for some unreasonable request.