God damnit. Asha ate all the meat all again.

"Yo, Asha!" I call from the kitchen, angrily planting the loaf of bread on the counter. I hear the telltale sign of Asha approaching and turn, leaning against the counter as a head rises from the other side of the adjoining kitchenette counter, with the living room on the other side. An average sized snake head greets me with beady but attentive eyes, quickly followed by an athletic and thin upper body and lithe arms rippling with a mixture of black and yellow scales. He looks from me to the bread and then grimaces, curling his fingers around the tiny quarter-wall that serves as the back of the counter peninsula.

"Ah...the meat..." He murmurs, and I sigh.

Asha is my roommate, and a bit of a handful. Snake people, or Naga as they're known, are fairly uncommon but I'm not one to be judgemental, and by all accounts Asha is a fine roommate, most of the time. Occasionally, however, he tends to be...awkward. Knocking things over by accident, eating all the meat in the fridge once every couple of months without warning...we've talked about it so many times, but each time he forgets to tell me. I can see by the look on his face that he's guilty, and I don't know if I have the energy to have the conversation again.

"Asha..." I groan. "We've been over this. I'm tired. Why don't you just put it on the calendar or something?"

"Ah, well..." He trails off. "I, um, it can vary, depending on how much I eat."

"I get that, but you can't just eat all the meat without warning," I argue. "I'm a carnivore too, you know. Now I have to go out and get more."

"I'm sorry." He mumbles and I press my hands to my face and drags them down, letting out an exasperated groan.

"Well, nothing I can do about it now..." I move from the counter by the wall towards the opposite side, and round the little peninsula of marble surfaces, stepping into the main area of the living room, where I feel carpet under my feet. To my left, Asha slithers across the laminated floor towards the carpet and pulls himself up onto the couch, draping himself across it before I can take a seat, leaning on his side. Asah's so long that the length of his lower torso, which is compromise of his entirely his tail, can more or less stretch the entire length of the couch with some hanging off the end, which he conveniently curls around the corner of the couch, where there's an extra segment of cushion for someone to put their feet up.

"I was about to sit down." I complain, and he pats the few inches of free space near his stomach.

"Then sit," He insists. "I'll make it up to you."

"I'm not in the mood." I grimace, but I don't turn down his request to sit. I step towards the couch and flop down in my sleepwear-- a shirt and some boxers, respectively. I scratch at his chest as I feel one his hands rub at my back, squeezing against the muscle of my shoulder. I don't mind it too much, but I'm still pretty irritated, so it's not really enough to get me in the mood; sure, he might be my roommate, and we might fuck on occasion, but I have feelings too. 

"Just relax." He tries to put on his best soothing voice and that just makes me fee a little more irritable. His hand snakes down my back, pun intended, until it reaches my hip, where he delves a hand under the hem of my shirt so he can touch with my tawny brown fur. His fingers rake and graze and I can feel his nails gently scratching against my skin. It's a nice feeling, one he does often, but I don't know if I necessarily feel calm enough to reciprocate it.

His hand drifts up my side towards my chest and he sneaks his palm inwards, pressing it closer between my pecs, as if he's feeling my heartbeat. His hand is cold, much like the rest of his body, and he hums with pleasure at the feeling of my own warm chest by extension. Snakes tend to be cold-blooded like most reptiles, so it doesn't surprise me that his ulterior motive was to seek warmth; this wouldn't be the first time.

I feel a little tickle against my leg and my gaze drifts down from the TV to my calf, where the narrow tip of his wiggling tail is deliberately flicking and prodding against my leg, as if he's teasing me. I bat it away with a hand and the Naga shifts, deliberately putting his head in my field of view, off to the side, so that he can show how much he's pouting. I give him the side-eye with a fairly grumpy expression and that worsens his mood. His hand rakes my pec a little more, before he relents and flops down, grumbling. His hand drifts to my stomach and teases the front of my boxers, and I don't really react; I'm not much in the mood anyway.

"How can I make it up to you?" The snake whimpers and I sigh, leaning back and feeling the thick heft of his tail squish against my weight.

"You can go out and buy groceries." I demand, and he lets out a long and audible whine of complain.

"Maybe I could..." He grins, and I feel his fingers pluck at the front of my boxers, making his implications clear. I bat at his hand and he whimpers like a puppy; oddly fitting, given his beady-eyes face.

"No," I turn my nose up at him-- I still feel a little mad, though less so. "I'll only forgive you if you go to the store. Today."

"Fiiiiiine," He complains, but at least he agrees. "But can we cuddle for a bit first?"

"...Okay. Pass me the remote." I ask, and with a flick of his tail he scoops the remote up. He flexes the muscles of his tail and it wriggles all the way up to his hip, where I pluck it from his body and use it to change the channel. With a tired sigh, I relax myself back and drown myself out in cartoons and his roaming hand.

If he gets his ass in gear before the sun sets, I might actually be able to have a meaningful breakfast.