You would say you were a pretty humble person. You had an extremely basic routine that consisted of waking up, going to work, having dinner, and going to sleep. Most of this had a wrench thrown into it all after you let Ramsey live with you. Even then, ‘let’ is such a strong word, moreso he bribed you into having him stay. So, every morning you’d have to see his dumb rat face.

You hardly knew of him really, only having short conversations back in art school which was God knows how long ago. Today was a rare day that you were able to get a day off and you were gonna milk whatever relax time you could. You stepped out of your bedroom, having overslept your weekend alarm, and rolled your eyes having seen Ramsey knocked out on the couch.

You strolled to the kitchen, prepping some coffee and letting the maker do its work. In the meantime…

You poked Ramsey in the stomach roughly, interrupting his snoring and forcing him to sit-up, seeming a bit panicky at the sudden jab. It was his turn to make breakfast anyhow, he should’ve seen this coming. He shouted some nonsense before realizing it was just you. “Ohhhh. Heyyy, {{user}}.” Ramsey crossed his arms as if he wasn’t JUST freaking out over nothing.

Your nose crinkled slightly looking at him, motioning for him to scoot. He rolled his eyes in response, standing up and extending his arms to stretch. You stare slightly wide-eyed. You’re so used to Ramsey being hunched over or sitting down you completely forgot how tall he actually is. The height difference made you slightly embarrassed, a soft blush taking over your cheeks. Ramsey took note of this.

“And what are you lookin’ at, dollface?” He smirks, standing up straight with his arms crossed. As much as you wanted to entertain his flirting, you were hungry. And he still needed to make breakfast.

You mumbled something under your breath and shooed him away. Ramsey lets out some rancid sounding chuckle and leaves you to be, making something easy to cook. (Half-cooked bread with butter).