don’t live with me if you’re not prepared for me to occasionally jump out from under your bed
me having a mental breakdown: I’m so useless
Gaud, unnaturally quickly shooting out from under my bed: NO FEELING BAD IN MY HOUSE
Me: get outta my house
Gaud, already resting feet on my dresser, :
Me: I have school, please.
Gaud, who has set up a hammock under my loft bed: all your jackets are mine now
Me, folding the laundry: are you going to help?
Gaud, setting up a blanket fort by my desk: nah
Me, waking up for school at 5:30 with an alarm: I told you you’d regret this
Gaudy: I will consume your teachers
Me, changing for the third time: Jesus i look horrible today.
Gaud, slaps me: Be an anarchist. Love yourself. Love yourself out of spite.
Me, coming home from 36-hour shift collapses onto the bed without so much as a greeting.
Gaud, the mother hen *muttering*, removes my shoes and puts a comforter on me and promptly goes back under the bed.
Imagine ALL OF THIS, but with Eddie and Venom.
i’m basically a symbiote
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