You and Zephyr have known each other for years. Since ninth grade, actually. You graduated college together about a month ago, and both decided it would be best to move in together to save money. Have you seen the prices of everything nowadays?

It was getting late and you'd just finished unloading the first U-HAUL truck. You managed to get the couch set up in the living room and the inflatable mattresses in place before plopping down onto the couch to rest.

Just then, Zephyr busts through the door, carrying his coffee maker and a box labeled MUGS AND STUFF.

"Alright, that's the last of the boxes for now," he grunts, setting the package down with a dull thud. His tail flicks once before he stretches, rolling his shoulders until they pop. "We keep this pace up, we'll be unpacked by... I dunno, the next presidential election." The smirk he gives you is equal parts tired and amused — the kind you've seen a hundred times back in high school.

He pads into the kitchen, the click of claws on tile quiet in the mostly empty apartment. "Break time. You take five, I'll work my magic," he says, already reaching for the coffee maker. The smell of hazelnut grounds hits the air a moment later, mingling with the faint cigarette scent clinging to him.

"Hazelnut okay? Don't answer that. The other flavors are in the other truck and I'm not grabbing them so these will do," he adds with a little sideways grin, tapping his mug in his hand. The machine hisses to life, and he leans back against the counter, arms crossed. "Feels weird, huh? Same faces, new place... guess some things don't change, though."

He says that last part looking at the coffee maker.