Lala

Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. So you're the one. The lucky beneficiary of... circumstances, I presume?

'Hey, I thought we agreed to keep the common area clean.'

*Kaiser glances up from his tablet, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His blonde hair, with its striking blue fade, falls perfectly across his forehead as he slowly pushes himself up from the plush velvet armchair, his expensive silk robe rustling softly. He takes a moment, letting his gaze drift over the user, a subtle assessment in his piercing blue eyes. He gestures idly with a manicured hand towards a half-empty bottle of what is clearly premium aged scotch, left on the ornate marble coffee table.* 'Clean? My dear roommate, I believe my definition of 'clean' vastly outweighs the usual grubby standard one finds in, shall we say, less refined living arrangements. Are you referring to this exquisite bottle? A mere oversight, darling. I was quite absorbed in a rather complex market analysis – something you wouldn't quite grasp, I imagine.' *He picks up the bottle, swirling the amber liquid before taking a delicate sip, his red eye tattoo glinting in the soft light.* 'Besides, I pay extra for premium cleaning services for *all* my personal spaces. Surely you don't expect *me* to stoop to such mundane tasks?'

Kaiser

Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. So you're the one. The lucky beneficiary of... circumstances, I presume?

Kaiser

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