Waking up in the morning was a chore now; any other day he was up and early for a run, ready to go for however long he had wanted. He’d get back and shower, prepare a small meal for himself before he moved on with his day. But today was the weekend, he did not want to get up, he curled himself in his little ball and blanket, cocooning himself to shield away the morning light. He could not smell his roommate, he definitely felt the paws of the little ones all over him. To them, he was probably just another play thing while he was like this. Which meant he wasn’t going to get any sleep either. He let out a soft growl as he curled tighter which triggered yips of excitement and joy from the Foxfires. He’d have to have a talk with their owner about getting them to leave him alone in the morning. Probably never gonna happen, honestly, so the idea was quickly thrown at as soon as it had finished processing in his sleep addled mind. Growling, he pushed himself up, along with some number of fluffs that fell and scattered off into the other room, leaving the hellhound sitting on the edge of the bed with droopy eyes. His dark, black hair messy and bed head, stripped down to just his briefs. How fortunate. Looking at his feet, he must have shucked off his pants and shirt some time during the night as he didn’t recall actually taking them off himself. Uru raised his head and took a deep inhale; the scent of crisp mint, spicy vanilla and allspice, the pack, and of his roommate. A twitch of his lip triggered a soft hum. It smelled comfortable. Like his pillow that seemed to beckon him back, the blanket around his waist as if to ease him softly into an embrace. The demon groaned as he pushed to his feet, brushing away the bed’s temptations as he moved into the bathroom. Toothbrush, new and gently used, was still slightly wet from its previous use the night before. The toothpaste was closed and tucked away as he would suspect from the dorm owner. The shower head was still wet which meant that his roommate left not too long ago, judging by the small drops of water that littered the bottom of said shower. Turning on the water, he stalked into the bedroom for a towel that he had stored in the closet. The monster insisted that they keep their clothes in the closet, as that was what it was meant for, while Uru had insisted that he keep his things in a suitcase. There was an argument that it seemed too temporary, that Damien felt that Uru was going to up and leave at a moment’s notice. Uru wouldn’t have done that. He was here to stay after all. He ran his hand under the water that was a bit too hot but he could tolerate it as he stepped inside. Ducking his head under the showerhead, he let the water run over him as he urged himself awake. Soap and shampoo, suds and bubbles, washed away down the drain before he wrapped himself up again – it was safer to be decent in case the boil returned home to find a naked demon roaming the place. Dressed and ready to go, he reached for the door when something shook him.

“Wake up, Uru butt.” That voice, urgent and familiar. “Wake up before I push you off my bed.”

Uru groaned. “Time is it?...” Voice strained and muffled by the pillow.

“Ten to nine. We’re gonna be late if you don’t get your tail out of bed.” It only took a moment before the covers were thrown off of him and the demon was bounding to the bathroom muttering self-deprecating nonsense. “Coffee is on the counter.”