roommates - April’s roommate Mike

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>April’s roommate Mike is a…unique individual. While being even more bandaged up than her he’s oddly calm and relaxed.
>While his voice is about as smooth as gravel being dragged on the sidewalk she has little place to talk since her voice is husky too, it may recover but the smoke-
>“Ey! What you cooking muffin top?” A familiar voice ask’s, she turns her head so both their singular eyes meet. Mike stands beside her, his face is covered in bandages, their matted hair hanging down the sides of their head. Hanging down like messy black twine.
>They are clad only in a pair of jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. The shirt clings to their body showing off the outlines of their rib cage, obviously he hasn’t been eating well.
>Something April has been trying to remedy, mainly with packaged meals but still.
His arms are bandaged up. As are his legs, his body is more mummy-like than Aprils, but she won’t ask about it. Kind of a mutual silent agreement.
>His eye is closed in a sort of eye-smile, his attitude not mirroring his appearance at all.

>“Muffin top?” April deadpans with a tired voice. This causes mike’s eye to spring back open and his arms to take the ol’ “calm down” Gesture that has never succeeded in its goal.
>”Yeah, cause your cooking, and muffins are made by cooking. It’s comedy I assure you.” Mike backtracks.
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>“Muffins are baked.” April says raising her brow at Mike.
>“Yes.” Mike agrees.
>“I’m boiling hotdogs.” The rabbit says pointing her non-pan holding hand downward toward the cauldron of condensed pig parts.
>“You can boil muffins if you try.” Mike blurts out.
>“No.” April answers back turning her whole body to face him now.
>“Yes.” Mike says with confidence as he plants his hands to his hips.
>“Look I’m not upset you can fess up to-“ The one eyed gal is interrupted when Mike spews forth more erratic froth.
>“No, I’m gonna boil a goddamn muffin.” He declares as he start rummaging the cabinet for more pots and pans.
>“We don’t have any.” She sighs and turns her attention to the meat rods.
>“I’ll buy some.” Mike springs up and goes toward the door.
>“You’re broke.” She reminds her roommate with a smirk that her bandages cover.
>“I’ll borrow some.” Mike doubles down.
>“It’s 11pm.” The rabbits deadpan causes mikes world to shatter as-Ah fuck it.
>”I’m sorry for my joke, thought banter was fine.” Mike says crossing his arms with a sigh. His eye finding the floor very interesting.
>April’s smile is hidden by her bandages.
>“It is, ribs.” April watches as Mike’s expression lights back up immediately.
>“It’s masculine I’ll have you know.” He explains doing a super model pose despite looking like a horror movie star.
>“If that’s what you want to think.” April says as she prepares late night sustenance for them.
The mangled duo chuckle. It was odd feeling somewhat normal despite how they look. Just bantering.
>Beyond the bandages. It’s funny she usually sulks, and she still does, but Mike despite being a similar state as her seems to always be upbeat. >Hard for her to imagine, waking up and looking in the mirror is a hell of humbler with her mug.
>She’d imagine it is for him too, but despite only knowing him for a month, he’s probably the best roommate she’s had.