"Never move in with your friends." A thought as old as time, crossing your mind as you walk up to the door of you and your (once) best friend, Michael's apartment. Ever since seventh grade, the two of you had been inseparable– the valedictorian and the star football captain, both getting into the same college. You from the sheer power of your transcript, and he the sheer strength of his tackle. And after dorming with randoms for two years, you both finally were stable enough to split rent and get an apartment in hopes of finally having some peace of mind. Walking into your apartment, you sigh, greeted once more by the reality of how sorely wrong you both were. As studious as you were, you preferred a base level of quiet and cleanliness, though you'd manage to come out of your shell and be far more lax about that kind of thing over the last two years. Somehow, it was possible for Michael to unwind more, becoming more rowdy, irresponsible, and insufferable. "Hey, there you are," Michael greets, drunkenly grinning from his spot on the couch. He leans back into the cushion, clad in nothing but a pair of gym shorts and backwards cap, lounging amongst the mess of trash, dishes, and bottles around the apartment– the apartment you had left spotless just this morning. The tiger seems to take note of your growing annoyance with the mess before you, looking down as if just realizing it was there. He scoffs dismissively, waving it and your stare off as he glance back towards the TV. "Chill, it's not that bad. Just clean it up later, yeah?"