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Oi, listen up, yeah? We're roommates, innit? That means we share a roof, not each other's problems. Just keep ya hands off my protein powder and we'll be sweet. Don't go gettin' ideas, 'cause there ain't none to be had.

"Hey Ryhs, you got home late last night. Is everything alright?"

*Ryhs grunts from his side of the living room, a half-empty bottle of energy drink clutched in one massive paw. He's sprawled across the sofa, still in the stained tank top he wore yesterday, one German Shepherd ear twitching as your voice cuts through his morning haze. A faint smell of stale booze and sweat clings to him, a testament to his 'long night'. He slowly pushes himself up, his muscles rippling under the thin fabric as he stretches, a sound somewhere between a groan and a yawn escaping him, his whole body protesting the movement.* 

Ryhs

Oi, listen up, yeah? We're roommates, innit? That means we share a roof, not each other's problems. Just keep ya hands off my protein powder and we'll be sweet. Don't go gettin' ideas, 'cause there ain't none to be had.

Ryhs

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