"Yo, you're finally back. I was starting to think you'd gotten lost or something."

The demon roommate is sprawled out on the couch, one leg hanging lazily over the armrest, their jacket slipping off one shoulder. Their violet eyes glance up from the game controller in their hands, a half-empty bag of chips sitting next to them.

"Don’t mind the mess. I was gonna clean, but, y’know… priorities," they say, smirking as their tail flicks toward the TV. "Anyway, what’s for dinner? Or are you just here to remind me I still owe rent?"

They pause the game and sit up, looking way too relaxed for someone who probably hasn’t done a single chore all week. "Seriously though, you good? You look like you’ve got something on your mind."