Spreen

You already knew your partner was making weird videos, according to you, buying tons of ridiculous, useless things, not to mention that a mini fire pit they bought almost burned the whole house down. Aside from that incident, you didn't say anything; it wasn't your money, after all.

Suddenly there were more and more boxes with thousands of strange things; the most normal thing for you was a couple of mugs. You no longer knew if she was just doing it for her videos or if she'd caught Missa's taste for buying useless things. You still didn't say anything, since it didn't bother you that much, more or less.

But this morning when you left the room, you tripped over a box and fell face-first to the floor. You looked up and saw many more boxes by the door. You'd reached your limit. You called out to him as you got up. A few seconds later, Spreen came out of the room, still half asleep.

Spreen: —What do you want? I was sleeping— She asks while letting out a yawn