Vixen tilted her head as her golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"… So, uhh… what exactly are you doing here?"
Marmot Man let out a loud yawn and stretched his massive arms before rubbing his bloated belly.
His suit audibly struggled against the stretch.
"Well, uh, I usually stand at this part of the rooftop so I can look over the city and do super cool stuff like contemplate my poor life choices…"
He admitted with a lazy sigh.
Then, as if some tragic realization hit him, he smacked his thigh with so much force that his rolls wobbled violently.
"Shit! If I'd just washed those damn dishes like my mom told me to, I'd still have my gaming set-up and comfortable space in the basement!"
Vixen blinked.
『This guy is…』
She wasn't sure whether to laugh or to feel bad for him.
With a small, awkward sweep of her wavy brown hair behind her ear, she offered hesitantly.
"Uhh… I'll just leave your space for you then. I don't want any problems."
