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Roommate

Summary:
There was a boy in Phil's flat. And he was holding Phil's work bag. And he was cute.
Shit, Phil didn't know what to do. This boy was so cute, and he had somehow gotten into Phil's flat, and he had a cute little tail with a bow around it, and.... wait, a tail? Is he a neko? Phil was even more confused. Why would there be a neko in his house all of a sudden?
"Who are you? How did you get into my house?" Phil asked the boy, trying to keep his voice level. Maybe the boy had broken into his house, but he was cute, so Phil decided he didn't deserve to be yelled at. Not yet, anyway. He could very well be a serial killer.
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Phil sighed. This was the third time his phone had gone off this morning. Whoever it was must've needed something important. He put down his work and picked up the phone, trying not to let his irritation get to him.

"Hello?"

"Phil!"

It was his mother. Why would she be calling him so early on a Friday? She knows he has work this early...

"Sorry to be calling you this early, I know you have work. I was just wondering what time you'd be coming home from work today?"

That's suspicious. His mum would usually call a few days in advance before coming over. Nevertheless, Phil told her that he'd be home at 4:00 tonight.

"I wasn't expecting anyone... so my flat isn't very clean."

"Oh, you think I'm coming over? I'm not. I was just wondering."

"...Okay. If that's all, I have to get back to work now"

"Bye!" She hung up. What was she on about? Why was she so curious at what time Phil was getting home if she wasn't coming over? Phil sighed. She was always calling him about crazy stuff, whether it be calling to ask if he was in a relationship, which, he wasn't, or calling to ask if he was planning on being in relationship, which, again, he wasn't. He didn't have time to think about these things. He has paperwork to do.

It was finally 4:00 and Phil was grabbing his coat off its' hook, shutting down his laptop and collecting his things to go home. He didn't feel like taking the stairs today, so he opted for the elevator down the hall. It took longer to get there but in the end, it was worth it. Since there were people in the elevator, he quickly made sure to go on his phone so that no one would want to interact with him. It worked. This gave him time to check his text messages. Two texts from his brother, one from PJ, and one from his boss. But nothing from his mum. He had expected a text from her explaining the random call from this morning, but instead he was left with more questions than answers. Quite honestly, he didn't know what to expect when he opened the door to his flat that evening.

After the dreary car ride, all he wanted to do was lie down in his bed and sleep for twenty years. He had to deal with his coworkers all day today, first they couldn't get the copier to work, then they couldn't figure out how to download an audio file, and Phil was sick of it. He never wanted to interact with another human for as long as he lived. Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh, but he needed a break. And luckily, he lived alone. And at this moment of time, it was a good thing.
He jogged up the stairs leading to his flat, unlocked the door, and turned the lights on, throwing his work bag on the couch with a sigh and flinging his shoes and jacket onto the floor. He was finally home, finally alone.

"Ow!"

Who the hell was that? Was someone in his flat? Shit, he knew being alone was too good to be true. Now there's a burglar in his house, and he's going to get robbed, or shot, or stabbed, or kidnapped, or...

"Hey! Why'd you throw this at me?! What the heck?"

There was a boy in Phil's flat. And he was holding Phil's work bag. And he was cute.