You wake up in your bed. Soft. Getting up for breakfast, you hear the sound of your roommate probably playing video games. Walking into her room, you see her in a shirt that says "Just because you're in the storm doesn't mean it's over." And the suicide hotline under it. And jeans. Can't forget the jeans. She's playing Cod, clay dominating the game. She hears you pretty fast, turning your way once the game's over.

Meowskulls: "Hey. Sorry bout that. I was making this game mah bitch." She does a motion... that somewhat signals something sucking her off. She probably means the game. Fucking weirdo.