#but look the kitchen is small and grey you don't understand how much a higher longer table and a rug would make everything better

[satturn]

i meant to simply mop the bathroom and the kitchen but suddenly it's six hours later and i've cleaned the whole house, moved around the furniture in two rooms, and bookmarked several new pieces

[zombie-renji]

"Fuck my life, fuck my university studies, fuck my hundred and fifty-two credits and FUCK TEAM WORK!" I thought bitterly as I dragged myself to my home, both hands supporting heavy groceries that included my food for the next week and some comfort food for the next forty-eight hours when I'd be crying while eating triple chocolate ice cream and those salty crackers that everyone likes. The reason for my melt down was clear. More than clear. It was so clear that you could physically touch it.

You see, I am what one might call a genius. Both in good and bad. I usually didn't think much of it while the rest of the time I kept loathing the fact that I was something like that. You know how overly romantisized they are? How quote unquote easy their lives are? Yeah, we'll that's bullshit.

I may have IQ of one hundred and thirty but I sure as hell failed at lot of things. One of them being approachable and not an ass. Other one being having regular self-esteem instead of the one I have where I believe myself to be lower than dirt. It's a vicious cycle, ya know? I do something, I'm pretty happy about it and then BAM I'm hit in the face by the fact that I am isolated even while in a group because the said group cannot fathom my way of communication and needs these itty bitty words and super simple words to be able to understand anything I say without me being forced to repeat everything six times in a row. And that is when I text. What kind of an idiot can't read a simple message with three words, THREE WORDS AND ONE OF THEM IS A NAME?!? Oh also there's another thing, funny thing, people assume that you don't have any trouble with your studies and that you know everything already. No! I DO NOT! IF I DID I WOULDN'T BE IN THE UNIVERSITY IN THE FIRST PLACE! I have higher learning rate and speed than average, not a brain that's linked to some sort of super computer that Googles things automatically when I need it. I failed three courses for fuck's sake. Oh and then there's a real jumper.

These people think that because I'm being nice, because I'm tolerating them, they can take advantage of my so called genius and get me to do their work. Un. Believable.

As I kept ranting to myself in anger, I realised that I'd already arrived onto the door of the apartment building. Instinctively, I looked around to check if any of my classmates was there and saw me enter the building. I'd had enough for the next two days thank you very much.

My eyes only caught the melting piles of snow, the sadly moving trees that were bare of leafs, twigs that were a reminder of a bush that'd been there last summer, and the surrounding houses of the area. Two floor houses, pink houses, big houses, small houses, couple rowhouses, and a streetful of apartment buildings. Turning the key in its lock, I stepped inside the house that was nicknamed "House of blue stripes" due to its otherwise bare white concrete, it had three stripes that were only half a window wide, one for each floor.

The second I stepped onto the light greenish carpet, my shoulders dropped, who was I even trying to fool with my act and thoughts.. Sure, I did have a high IQ, yes, I was frustrated, but at the same time, the fault was equally mine. Because I had decided to play "normal", though I couldn't really hide being smart, and because I had a hard time saying no to things. I also knew that I was way too passive and should've pushed my team more.

I climbed all the way to the third floor, only my own steps echoing in the empty halls of white walls, identical brown doors and grey floors. In front of the door to my own apartment, I felt a sudden tingle down to my spine, as if temperature had just dropped, but then again it was March and very likely to happen.

Thinking of it as nothing, I opened the door and walked in, closed the door and made a turn into the kitchen where I unpacked my wondrous treasure, mentally giving myself a pat on the back for making such a great call and getting them meats. Meat was a luxury item for most students, but I'd learnt to rationalise my money, look for cheap things and put money onto the right items. I always had macaroni and cheese in the fridge along with some cheap vegetables that hung out in the freezer incase there was a pinch and I needed to save. I also tended to make a longer trip to the store just because that specific store had cheaper prices.

As I kept praising myself for my achievement of not walking into a pole while getting home, my ears picked up some sounds that were a bit off. It was as if someone had taken a crying child, put it onto loud speaker and made the bass drop. Curious about it, and internally thinking that my cat had something to do with it, I exited my nature (and Moomin) themed kitchen and walked towards the sound.

I got to the end of the little hall, where a curtain was dividing the area. Pulling the curtain aside, I was ready to scold my cat for using my equipment, but my voice was taken by surprise before I could even make it to the first syllable.

There, on the living room couch, sat a creature. It was pinkish in colour and definitely on the fit side. Its eyes were narrowed and tears streamed down to its face, cascading from they eyes, down the cheeks and finally off of the strong jaw.

As I kept staring, it kept wailing while petting my cat, but the reason to its behaviour was unclear.

Until my brain caught up with what it was seeing that is. Seeing the cloth comically tied up on a bow, wrapping the said jaw while being completely soaked in tears, I put the two together and hoped that I was right.

So just like the rational person I am, I decided to talk to it.

"Mnnnmmmnnngggr Snuffles how'd ya doooooo why 'm I seein' weird stuff I don' like eeeeeeet", it wailed to the cat. By using a name that wasn't its name. Not that Trickster really cared, it was getting free headscratches after all. I slowly sat down onto the grey couch, absently noting that due to the weight of the monster sitting on it, the sofa itself had started to slowly bend from the middle. Huh... That's weird. And as the ultimate result, I slid towards the centre incapable of stopping myself. A light thud marked my impact with the creature.

*casually cuts off the story because can't remember where it was going anymore*

You get home to find a Demon sitting in the middle of your living room, crying incoherently while petting your cat. It’s only after a long and very confused assessment as well as noting the bandages around their jaw that you realize the Demon just had some of their teeth removed and has somehow transported itself to your home in their VERY loopy state.