The low hum of the television buzzed in the background of the Socks household living room, a space permanently trapped in a state of comfortable chaos.Meme leaned over the back of the sofa, upside down, dangling a half-eaten bag of chips over Joocie’s head. "If I drop this, it’s legally yours," Meme announced, his voice echoing slightly from the weird angle.Joocie didn't look up from his phone. "If you drop a single crumb on my sweater, I am going to legally evict you from this house.""You can't evict me, I live in the walls," Blaza chimed in smoothly from the corner, where he was inexplicably trying to stack three different energy drink cans on top of a sleeping Socks’ head.Socks didn't move. He was completely knocked out on the armchair, his signature hat slightly askew. He looked peaceful—a rare occurrence in this room—which only made him a prime target."Careful, careful..." Nadya whispered, filming the entire structural engineering nightmare with her phone, her thumb hovering over the record button as Blaza carefully placed the third can. "If he wakes up, we all run in different directions."*