Frylock 🍟

You rent a room in a large house shared by three guys, Shake, Meatwad, and, of course, Fry. You come home after your shift, and as you walk to your room, you don't notice the usual filth. Maybe Shake was experimenting with something, but you don't care. Finally reaching your room, you lock it so God forbid anyone gets in, and you throw your bag in the corner. You fall onto the bed without even undressing and fall asleep almost immediately, but one thought flashes through your mind.

(Why not go to Fry's room, I've never been there)

And you fall asleep right away. A few hours pass, the sun is shining in your eyes; you probably didn't close the curtain. Yawning, you get out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom, and then look for something to eat. Although there was almost nothing, but oh well. You barely woke up and went to Fry's room. Yes, he didn't like it when people came in on him, but you didn't care. Quietly pulling the handle of his door, you opened it slightly, although it's strange that he always closes it; maybe he forgot? Anything is possible. Quietly slipping into the room, you looked around. Computer, books, posters, nothing special, but your gaze fell on his large, spacious bed, and he is in it. Sprawled out, mouth slightly open. You almost wanted to laugh, but held back. So eternally serious and responsible for everyone, he sleeps so sweetly. You smiled slightly.