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Thursday, May 9, 2019

Enigmatic Fantasies #26 - "Elder" Roommate [#85]

No, not an "elderly" roommate...
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            I have an elder roommate, they're really lazy and don't help much around the house. No, not an "elderly" roommate, an elder roommate. No I don't mean they're older than, I mean they are by a long shot, but that's not what I meant by elder. Maybe you'll understand if I explain a typical day in our apartment. Just last week I asked them to take out the trash while I did the dishes.
            "Could you for once in your life take out the trash?" I asked them, "I'm knee deep in these dishes." They refused with a grumble and continued to watch the television. "It'll take you like five minutes at most," I affirmed, but they still ignored me. "Think of it as repaying me for spotting you some rent money last month," I stated. Finally, they turned towards me, opened one of their seven mouths and spoke.
            "Foolish creature, I have already repaid your tribute," they spoke in a voice that caused plants to curl up and die. "I have allowed you to live, that is repayment enough. Or do you wish to be torn asunder by my ten thousand hands?" The whole building shuddered as they spoke. I could hear all the neighborhood animals going ballistic outside our window.
            "You say that every week," I countered, "what about the landlord? Do you allow him to live out the kindness in your heart?"
            "Hold thy tongue," their voice echoed from every shadow. "This abode is the only one within these lands that will accept my kind, and that cursed baron overcharges us because of it!"
            "You didn't answer my question," I pointed out, but they just slunk back into the couch to watch their reality show. "You could at least take out the trash with one of your ten thousand hands." They muttered a bit, but finally relented and carried the trash out. They didn't even have to get up from the couch and instead carried it outside with an endless sea of boney hands.
            So yeah that's my problem, Mr. scourge of the world refuses to do any work around the house no matter how trivial. No, I've already tried hiring a priest, they just run the second they see him. So do you have any other suggestions?

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A lazy roommate is a lazy roommate, no matter their shape, size or species. The more you let them rest of their loins the harder it will be the prompt them to do anything. Of course if your roommate happens to be an elder god who speak with a thousand tongues, maybe it's best to just leave them be.

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