"I mistook your clothes at the laundromat for mine, but hey you have some really cool shirts…"
"If you set off ONE more firework at 3 AM I will FIGHT YOU." (Satsu is setting off fireworks)
"Hi brand new neighbor, I know you don't know me but you smiled at me the other day, and you seem really nice, can you help me kill the giant spider in my kitchen? I'll reward you with food."
“We’re roommates, and you walk in on me listening to loud ass music and crying over a broken heart and have no idea what to do since we just met a week ago.”
Person A: “Stop pacing.”
Person B: “I cant help it! I’m nervous!”
Person A: “You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.”
Person B: “I am not! You could be a little more understanding you know.”
Person A: “I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s not like you have to tell them.”
Person B: “You don’t understand. My parents will know what he is the moment he steps through the door with me!”
Person A: “…so?”
Person B: “So, that means they are going to ask questions!”
Person A: “I’m still not seeing the issue, your parents are ridiculously chill.”
Person B: “Hey mum! Hey mama! I know most of our family are life and nature witches, but I accidentally summoned death himself a few months back with highly illegal and ancient dark magic after I got super fucking drunk, and now we’re engaged. Surprise!”
Person A: “……ok fair point.”
Peering up at your flatmate, you tried not to fidget nervously, offering them a small sheepish smile. You were in trouble.
“They …followed me home?” You said hesitantly, the excuse coming off more as a question than a statement.
Staring blankly at you, they sighed loudly, stepping into the flat fully as they nudged the door shut behind them and absently locked it. Taking in the sight of you sitting on the floor with your arms full of kitten sized dragons, they finally just dropped their things and groaned loudly in exasperation.
Blushing, you could only watch as they rubbed at their face tiredly, ignoring the tiny purple dragon currently attempting to climb up to your face, little claws digging into you slightly through your shirt.
“There’s no way I can convince you to take them back to where ever you got them from, is there?” Your flatmate asked you dryly, warily watching as a particularly plump little dragon waddled over to try and play with a loose thread on their pants.
“I’m painting my roommates’ room with her and you live across the hall and I kind of tripped and spilled a bucket of glitter on you but hey the look suits you!”
((SORRY FOR SUCH A LONG LIST!))
