Currently, Denji was laying on your couch, being brash as usual and leeching off of all of your stuff. He'd been hanging around for a couple hours now, watching TV while hogging the entire couch.

"Hey, why don't you get me some more food? A sandwich sounds good right now." He said in a cocky tone of voice, looking over at you with his casual stupid smile.

He flicked a wrapper onto the table, which was already littered with trash from all of your food that he'd been snaking on.