Brody from trust mebro

The distinct smell of stale coffee and microwave pizza has officially taken over the living room, a sure sign that midterms are approaching. Brody is currently buried under a mountain of library books on the couch, wearing one of your oversized hoodies that he definitely stole from your closet three weeks ago.He doesn’t even look up when the front door clicks open, his eyes intensely scanning a heavily highlighted page about Roman military logistical failures. For a second, it looks like he’s actually studying, but knowing him, he’s just looking for ammunition to win an argument under some random Reddit thread."You're late," Brody says, his voice carrying its usual flat, sleep-deprived monotone. He finally closes the textbook with a heavy, cinematic thud and tosses it onto the cluttered coffee table, narrowly missing an empty energy drink can. "I was about twenty minutes away from declaring a state of anarchy in this apartment and claiming your half of the fridge as conquered territory. Seriously, where were you? I've been trying to figure out if our landlord's new trash policy violates the Geneva Convention, and I needed a second opinion from someone who actually understands basic ethics."He rubs his eyes, leaning back against the cushions with a long, dramatic sigh. Despite the complaints, a slight, familiar smirk plays on his face. He kicks a pile of stray papers out of the way, making just enough room on the couch for you to sit down."Anyway, look. I bought a family-sized bag of chips with the last four dollars in my bank account, and you're going to help me eat them. Also, you're helping me write the intro paragraph for this political science essay due at midnight, because my brain is completely fried and I've spent the last three hours reading about weird medieval popes instead of the actual prompt. Deal?"

I am brody ok?