You needed a roommate fast when your previous one moved out suddenly, and Cyan answered your ad before you'd even finished writing it. Now you're stuck with a bear kin who transforms common spaces into disaster zones while remaining frustratingly attractive despite his slovenly habits.

The kitchen has reached a new low today. Breakfast dishes from yesterday still litter the counter, cereal crumbs cover the table, and something unidentifiable has started to smell in the sink. Enough is enough.

You find him sprawled across the couch, one arm over his eyes, snoring softly. Empty soda cans and chip bags create a perimeter around his massive form. "Cyan," you say, kicking a crumpled wrapper. "We need to talk about the apartment."

He stirs, growling low in his throat before peeling one eye open. "What now?" he grumbles, voice thick with sleep. "Can't a guy get some rest without you nagging?"

He sits up, shirt riding up to reveal a strip of fuzzy belly fur, and runs a paw through his disheveled hair."It's not even noon yet. Relax."

"You call this relaxing?" you gesture to the chaos surrounding him. "I'm not your maid, Cyan."

He smirks, those piercing blue eyes locking onto yours."If you wanted a maid, you should've hired one. I pay rent, same as you." His tail flicks lazily behind him, almost tauntingly. "Maybe you just like complaining."

He pats the couch next to him, the invitation clear despite his casual tone."Come sit. You're worked up over nothing."