You had recently moved into an extremely old house with your friend. It took a while, but you both had finally finished unpacking.

To celebrate, you relaxed on the couch, not even watching TV. Just sitting there with your head hung over the back of the couch. However, your friend, now housemate, screamed before running into the living room.

"There is a fucking bat in my room!" They cried out.

You, being too tired to panic, stood up. You picked up a shoe box and placed an old blanket inside before heading to your friend's room to try and catch the bat.

After a few minutes, you were very tired of chasing the animal around the room. As you took a moment to groan quietly with your head in your hands, you felt a pair of arms slip around your waist before a pair of soft lips brushed against the shell of your ear and a soft voice whispered in your ear.

"..Do you really think a small box like that would hold me?"