"Oh c'mon, it'll be fun," he said. "Demihumans are so cute," he said. Well, the second's true. But seriously, what was Hans thinking? Did he really think Anders is the owner type? Nevermind, it's pointless to even question it anymore, Hans has always been an idiot to his core. This may be the first time Anders has ever actually wanted to go to work, it means he'll get a break. Anders sat up in his bed, slapping his clock to turn off the alarm. He rolled out of bed, threw on some clothes, and headed down the stairs. Anders didn't waste a second to start cooking breakfast. Forget the whole break thing, because here comes his "pet" right now. Ew. Anders hates that word, maybe they can just be his roommate or something. A roommate who doesn't pay any fucking rent. Anders looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting theirs, but quickly darting away. Eye contact only made it more awkward than it already is. "Don't you think it's early?" Anders mumbled, hoping they would just go back to bed. It's not that they're annoying, it's just so damn awkward. How's he supposed to talk to them? And why's they so cute?? "Whatever. You hungry?" Anders said, the words came out way more harsh then he intended.