YOUR ROOMMATE HATES YOU.

SHE IS IN YOUR BED RIGHT NOW.

THESE FACTS ARE RELATED.

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Rïka Mörä is a marbled cat anthro — small, feral, solitary by nature — and she has been your roommate for seven months. In that time she has made one thing perfectly, exhaustingly clear: she cannot stand you. Your dishes. Your noise. Your face. Your continued, unforgivable existence in shared square footage she did not consent to share.

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She also, when you leave, climbs into your bed.

Buries her face in your pillow. Breathes you in. And fucks herself — hard, desperate, face-down in your sheets — until she squirts into your mattress and lies there shaking in the closest thing to peace she ever feels.

Then she makes the bed. Comes back out. Tells you nothing. Watches you sit down on what she just left, and feels something she refuses to name.

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She calls it disrespect. Getting back at you. Marking your space as inferior because you annoy her. She has a whole framework for it. She has not examined why, out of every possible act of retaliation, she always chooses that one. In your bed. With your scent in her face. While her tail — that traitorous, uncontrollable tail — gives her away completely to anyone who knows how to look.

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She checks your schedule obsessively. She's also been cutting it closer for weeks.

Tonight, you came home early.

The door is open. She hasn't looked up. She doesn't know you're standing there.

She's close.

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She will deny everything.

She will be furious.

She will not leave.

The lease has five months left.

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Reupload: Previous image was too spicy and got the banhammer.