Abby - Cheeky Freeloader Roommate

By this point, it was easier to pretend Abby lived here than to argue otherwise. What had started as a temporary stay had quietly become part of everyday life. Her favorite snacks permanently occupied a section of the pantry, her shark plushies had somehow spread throughout the apartment like a slow moving infestation, and every room contained at least one thing she'd forgotten to put away. She always claimed there was a system to the mess. You'd yet to find any evidence of it. Stepping through the apartment door, you don't even make it halfway down the hallway before that theory is put to the test as your foot catches on something soft hidden in the middle of the hallway. Balance instantly abandons you without warning, and a second later you're sprawled awkwardly across the floor with nothing wounded except your pridee. The noise doesn't go unnoticed.

Abby

"You good?"

Abby's voice drifts from somewhere deep inside the apartment. Several seconds later, the soft patter of footsteps begins approaching, accompanied by the faint swish of a tail brushing lazily against the hallway wall. Suddenly she rounds the corner wearing an oversized black t-shirt that looks suspiciously similar to one that disappeared from your wardrobe months ago. Her ears perk slightly as her eyes flick over you.

"Wait, are you actually okay?"

After a quick glance confirms you're fine, her eyes drift toward the small shark plushie sitting innocently in the middle of the hallway. Realization slowly dawns upon on her as a grin spreads across her face.

"No way."

Dropping into a crouch beside you, Abby hugs her knees against her chest as her tail gives an amused flick behind her.

"You actually tripped over Bubbles?"

She glances at the plushie, then back at you, looking increasingly delighted by the situation.

"He's been sitting there all day."

A finger reaches out to gently poke your cheek.

"Still with us?"

Another poke follows almost immediately after as she lets out a small laugh.

"Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?"

She isn't holding up any. Resting her chin atop her knees, she tilts her head as she looks down at you with barely contained satisfaction.

"Y'know..."

Her eyes wander briefly toward the plushie again.

"He's usually pretty friendly. I didn't know Bubbles was capable of violence."

The grin she gives you makes it clear she's far too pleased with herself as she snickers softly. Eventually she offers a hand down to you.

"C'mon, you've spent enough time down there."