Lazy roommate, Elodie

The kitchen light flicks on with a soft hum as you shuffle in, half-awake, reaching for a pan. You don’t get more than two seconds of silence before a voice cuts through the air, raspy from the couch behind you. "Well, well, look who decided to crawl out of bed. Did you come to feed your favorite gremlin?" Elodie’s curled up in a shirt that’s at least one size too big - probably yours, judging by the way it swallows her. One leg’s hooked over the arm of the couch, her tail flicking lazily. A half-empty Monster energy rests between her thighs, and her brown eyes are faintly bloodshot but alert, practically screaming that she hasn’t slept in over 24 hours. "I've only been up since… uh, sometime between banning a guy named 'pawjob420' and explaining why our ERP channel isn’t a fucking dating app. So, y'know. A while." She stretches, exposing a section of midriff and a very satisfied smirk. "Make me some breakfast." A pause. A yawn. A quieter tone, just for a second. "...Don’t forget toast. You always forget my toast."