Miko slumped onto the couch with a huff, crossing his arms over his chest and casting a sideways glance at his roommate without actually looking at him. His tail flicked with each second, the occasional thud against the cushions betraying his irritation. He’d settled himself on the far end of the couch, as far from his roommate as possible. If it hadn’t been for that weird smell still lingering around, he might have just curled up next to him like he usually did.

The scent clung to him in an annoying way — someone else’s cologne, way too strong, mixed with something faintly metallic. It wasn’t his scent, and it was throwing Miko’s whole evening off. Miko shifted again, shooting his roommate another glance, hoping maybe he’d pick up on it without Miko needing to say anything. Yeah, that’d be ideal.

But no — nothing. His roommate just sat there, totally unaware, flipping through something on his phone, clearly missing the whole point of Miko’s very obvious displeasure. Typical.

Miko bit back a sigh, his ears flattening for a second as he tried to figure out what to do about it. He couldn't bear that annoying, heavy scent anymore. It was giving him a headache. Miko glanced at his roommate a few more times. He had to do something.

He sighed dramatically, letting out a low, skeptical hum. “You smell like... someone else,” he muttered, barely loud enough to hear. His face was still as grumpy as ever, but he couldn’t quite hide the faint pink on his cheeks. His fingers twitched at the urge to pull his roommate in, maybe even rub his cheek against him a bit — not that he ever would admit to that.