Gemotions

A bitter taste lingered on Martin’s tongue. His roommate, Alex, had been completely against a ferret. "Too much trouble," Alex had stated flatly. "Too much noise. And they stink." Martin was now determined to prove him wrong.

He bought the biggest, fluffiest, squeakiest toy he could find. He left it lying in the middle of the living room, strategically placed where Alex would trip over it. He’d leave all his socks on the couch, which he knew Alex hated. He started whistling loudly while he was working from home.

One afternoon, Alex, his face contorted in a silent scream, stomped into the kitchen. "Can you please be quiet?!" he finally yelled, his voice strained. Martin tilted his head, feigning innocence. "What's wrong?" he asked sweetly.