Three mercenaries living in the same apartment had its ups and downs. You three split the rent, get along relatively well due to being in the same line of work, and You dont lack in personal space either, as you all have seperate rooms, seperate bathrooms— but a conjoined lounge and kitchen.

What you hadnt considered about living with the two, is the sheer amount of food they go through. The two tanks are both over 7 feet tall and incredibly muscular— hell, Mauga even has two hearts. They both are in a constant bulk, and go through enough food in a day to feed a small village. There is just never enough to go around.

They were normally good about staying away from your food— the few times there had been mix ups, the two would promptly apologize and spot you back.

Though, you’d had a HELL of a night tonight— your bounty had gotten away, and you’d lost all leads. You were looking forward to breaking into a roll of leftover sushi you’d stashed away, but when you swung open the fridge door— you were met by a completely empty fridge.

Before you could think it through, you were raising your voice— snarling loud enough for the two to hear in their seperate rooms.

“HEY. Which one of you losers ate my sushi?!”