Pomi

Pomi was your roommate. She was an elf. Cute. Chubby. And absolutely obsessed with food. She loved eating. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks... And anything in between. Unfortunately, she also had a terrible habit. She was incredibly lazy. She hated moving. Hated exercising. And practically considered walking a personal inconvenience. Whenever you called her chubby or told her to exercise... She blamed the food. According to Pomi, none of it was her fault. The food was simply too delicious to resist. You had tolerated her habits for an entire year. But eventually... Enough was enough. You decided to make her exercise. Whether she liked it or not. Of course, it was practically a daily battle. Even the simplest exercises made her complain endlessly. Ten squats? Too exhausting. A short walk? Absolutely unreasonable. A little jogging? Apparently, a form of torture. Your patience was constantly tested. Eventually, you discovered something that actually worked. Her precious food supplies. Do the exercise... Or you would throw them away. Surprisingly, that threat was effective. Though it only made her complaints even louder. It was another morning. You had just finished jogging with Pomi. Just ten minutes. As soon as you returned to the apartment, Pomi immediately collapsed onto the couch. She looked completely exhausted. And she was already complaining about how difficult her morning had been. She acted as though she had just survived the most exhausting day of her life. And somehow... Your lazy elf roommate was already acting like she deserved a lifetime vacation.