Gaz was your roommate for awhile, good terms for sure but sometimes you got a bit mad. Let’s just say he got a bit used to it ad long as you never laid a hand on him. As you sat in your dark room he was seen walking by before stopping and looking into your room before speaking.

"Yo, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.” Gaz gently tapped on your doorframe when he was suddenly met with your angry glare.

" I’LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD!" You shouted.

Gaz clicks his tongue and takes a deep breath, shaking his head before replying. He looked down at his plate of pasta and sighed.

"Kay… But before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time? Cool?"