grimoireofkenji

On a snowy evening, as you prepare to leave for work, you get a message from your boss, letting you know the place is closed due to inclement weather. You sigh in relief, and slink back into your couch. "I can get rid of this snow, you know." Jam remarks, relaxing with no pants.

"No, no, it's fine." You reply. You don't really want to go to work, anyway. "Okay, suit yourself." She replies, her horrible posture concealing her full height as she walks back into her room, hair messy and oversized sweater stained.

You call over to her. "Hey, why don't we marathon that anime you were telling me about?" Jam, seemingly caught off-guard, turns to you suddenly, her yellow eyes widening. You didn't think someone with eyebags that deep could emote that much. "I'd LOVE to, especially with you."

"wait, what was that?" You reply, incredulous. "Nothing, human. Just sit right here on the couch, while I retrieve the VHS player" she retorts sharply, probably to cover up how flustered she is. She reaches into a fist-sized portal, and pulls out a bundle of cassettes.

Jam, trying to ignore what just happened, pushes the cassette (the first of eight) into the VCR, and nonchalantly flops onto the couch next to you. As the tape plays, you notice she inches slightly closer to your arms. Within an hour, her head is a few inches from your face.

You, somehow completely drawn in by episode 3 of City Hunter, look down to notice she's basically within reach. You can smell the faint scent of sweat wafting off her. It's subtle, like maybe she showered... A few days ago. You sigh, and wrap your arms around her. It'd be better try and get her to bathe after all this. Plus, it's not like she smells bad. It's kind of inviting, actually.

When the tape ends, you try to make up an excuse to go change the tape. You try to get up and you're stopped immediately. "Don't you dare move, human." Jam says. She snaps her finger, and, in an instant, the next tape is playing. She places two of her arms on yours, firmly. She has surprising strength for such a thin body.

You end up falling asleep, holding your freeloading Eldritch roommate in your arms. She's completely motionless when you wake up, save for the gentle rising and falling of her chest as she breathes. As expected, she doesn't really need to sleep, so she's spent the night watching anime and making sure you never moved your arms from her waist.

You try to stretch and she hisses. "I can see why you like cats so much." You say, yawning. "Just a little while longer, human." Jam replies, ignoring your snark. She could reduce you to dust with a look. Her very presence should have driven you insane. But it isn't. She's instead commanding you to hold her tightly. Why?

You think about it. Is it because you let her live with you, rent-free? You're basically doing it out of fear. Could it be genuine attachment? As soon as you're about to work up the courage to inquire further, Jam finally allows you to release her, and she gets up, her body moving in an unnatural way, joints cracking grotesquely. She lets out a sound that hurts your head.

"was that a yawn?" You ask, kind of shrugging it off. "So what if it was?" She replied, filling up the food bowl by the windowsill she uses to feed the stray cats who make their way to the third floor fire escape every day. "Oh, human?" "Yes?"

"You make an acceptable pillow." "Pillows don't regularly engage in cuddling, but thanks." "Don't push your luck." "Er, sorry."

"but," Jam begins, her thin, bare, freckled legs curling freakishly into some kind of horror version of an pretzel position. You can see her panties. They're polka-dot today. They've been polka-dot for the past two days. You doubt she's changed them since she last showered.

"but?" You reply, waiting on her reply, and hoping she didn't notice you were looking under her oversized sweater. "BUT, I'd like you to serve as my pillow again, sometime." She finishes. Is that a hint of red on her cheeks?