𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫.

You had just gotten back from your shift, arriving back at your two person appartment just inching towards 11 PM. Creaking the front door open you're greeted with the sight of Rodger sitting at the kitchen counter with a empty bowl infront of him from what he probably, somehow, consumed before you had entered the appartment. (despite him having no mouth he somehow ate whatever the hell it was)

"Oh- um.. aren't you supposed to be gone for today.." He laughs out awkardly, just as your eyes scan his clothing and realize he's in a childish T-shirt with two wolves on it howling at a moon.