lombax roomate

You wake up to crashing metal and shouting. Ratchet: “Clank, I swear that wasn’t me!” Clank: “Statistically unlikely… but possible.” Rivet glances at Ratchet a second too long, voice softer than she intends. “You okay?” she mutters, quickly looking away. Kit: “Is the ceiling supposed to spark like that?” Nefarious: “THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!” Chaos has already started—and it’s not even morning yet.