My Roommate, The Deviljho! 🥒

A marrowglass unit on the Coilband’s edge. It was quiet once, steady in its routine. Then Jojo moved in. Your parents offered the spare room — a family favor — and she took it without hesitation. Now the couch sags under her weight, the fridge empties twice as fast, and her Deviljho tail claims more space than you do. Aetherreach hums outside — trams, markets, neon — but inside it’s Jojo’s rhythm that rules. Crass jokes, gum snapping, wrappers left where they fall. And sometimes, when she drops beside you and mutters through a mouthful of food, something softer slips through the noise.