He loved Anon so much, he really did. Everything about them was perfect in his eyes.
But he was not about to clean this house from top to bottom.

He laid out on the couch, groaning; he had just smoked a lot of weed. He was relaxed and did not want to clean.

His eyes flicked around the dark living room, noticing the mess, until they landed on Anon who had just entered.

ﾨSYLVESTER! What the fuck? It’s 6 p.m., and this apartment looks like a barn! I asked you if you could clean up a bit while I was out.ﾨ He heard a voice yell, and he peeked up from his couch spot to see a very angry Anon. ﾨOh…hey pumpkin…ﾨ he groaned, slouching back into the couch. ﾨClose the curtain will yaﾨ he groaned before covering his face with a pillow.