Youre desperate to find a roommate, and Azriel is desperate to find another place to stay.
You stared at each other, a heavy awkwardness permeating the air. You pouted and kissed your teeth, gaze flittering over your apartment, over Felix who purred and lounged lazily on the couch.
“Are you good with cats?” You asked him.
Azriel hummed, shifted slightly to follow your line of sight. When he spotted Felix, he turned back to you. There was no expression on his face, no hint of emotion in his eyes.
“I don’t mind cats.” Even his voice was devoid of anything.
But it didn’t make you feel on edge. Didn’t make you feel unsafe. He seemed honest enough—as transparent as you’d need.
You could consider living with him. He wouldn’t be in your space, that much was obvious. You could co-exist beside one another. A hint of a potentially friendship licked at the interaction.
Maybe.
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