Micheal decided to draw up a roaster on the chores of the house. Since the wolf man was going to live with him going forward till God knew when they would have to share the housework starting from the first day.
There was no way in hell he was going to take on all that responsibility on his own. He wasn't a nanny.
"Alright, wolfman, this is what we're going to do from now--"
"Noah," the wolf man suddenly interrupted him and Micheal looked at him, confused.
"What was that?"
"Do not call me wolf man. I don't remember much but I believe my name is Noah. So, call me Noah instead. Alpha Noah." He said and for a moment, Micheal stared at his face.
He was always looking so serious and stern. He looked indifferent. So, were all werewolves like that?
"Tch," Michael clicked his tongue. "look at you giving yourself a title. Alpha or not, in this house, you're just Noah, got it?" He turned his head away from him. "There's no way I'm going to call you Alpha Noah like we're in some fantasy book."
Noah stayed silent. He wasn't asking to be called Alpha Noah. He already knew Micheal would not call him that since he was already doing so much by letting him stay in his place. He was not an ungrateful mutt to make such brazen demands.
"Alright, Noah," Micheal glanced at him and then back at the roaster he had drawn out. "There's just one room in this apartment but there's a living room and a couch. That's going to be where you sleep from now on and I don't want to listen to any complaints."
"Why?" Noah asked.
"Why?" Micheal repeated, looking at him confused. "What do you mean why? Do you want me to sleep on the couch then?"
"No, that would be rude," Noah said.
"Then? What's the 'why?' for?"
"Why must I sleep on the couch? Your bed is big enough. We can just share." He said and Michael's grip on the pen tightened. What did he mean by 'share'? "By the way, your lips looked a bit swollen than how you looked before I passed out." Micheal flinched. "Did you hit it against something?"
"Ah, no, a big bad wolf is responsible. They attacked me and didn't even know it." He said in an eager tone, and an irk deeply formed on his forehead, but that irk fell asleep. He glanced away with an embarrassing flush on his cheek.
He was forcefully kissed while trying to feed him medicine with his mouth. It was too much to handle.
"In any case," he cleared his throat. "This is the roaster. I don't know the kind of life you lived before now, but I don't really care. Whether you were royalty, an Alpha adored by all, and all that stuff, I don't want to know. This is my house, so my rules go."
Noah nodded, understandably.
"So, you're sleeping on the couch. End of story." Micheal said and once again cleared his throat. "I can't share the same bed with you. I'm a man who's interested in the body of other men. I'm gay, so you being on my bed with me just doesn't--"
"Then does seeing my body also have the same effect?" Noah asked, once again cutting Micheal short and blowing a fuse in his head.
"What part of, 'I'm gay and super interested in guys with nice body' do you not understand? Do I have to spell it out for you, Noah?!" He raged but Noah's expression did not shift.
"So, being on the same bed with you makes you horny. I understand." Noah gave a thumbs up. "I will sleep on the couch." He said and started getting up.
"Huh? W-wait, hold on." Micheal had just come to understand what he had said. "Hold on a minute, I didn't say anything like that." He said, trying to stop Noah from leaving. "I didn't mention anything about being horny. Wait, how do you even know this word? Aren't you supposed to be suffering from memory loss?" He asked and Noah stopped.
"That applies to the memory of who I once was. I lost 90% of it. As for other trivial knowledge, I am well aware of how the world works." He said and turned away from him. "I will use the restroom first, excuse me."
Micheal was left in the living room. He covered his face, sighing in defeat. Just what was going on? Why was Noah putting words in his mouth?
He only said he didn't want them to sleep in the same bed because he was interested in men and it wouldn't feel right for them. He wouldn't be comfortable either. He wouldn't feel safe, knowing Noah might suddenly grab his hand and force himself on him in the middle of the night?
"Screw everything!" He grumbled.
He covered his face even more. The ground could just open up and swallow him for all he cared.
Noah returned at that moment and sat on the floor. Micheal spied through the opening between his fingers and saw Noah staring at the roaster on the table.
He was handsome, no doubt, and that got him gulping, thinking maybe Noah's words were true after all.
"This says..." Noah began to speak and Micheal stopped peeping, dropping his hands to act completely normal. "...I'm in charge of the floor."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about that too much since there's a mobile vacuum. You just need to make sure to turn it on and turn it off when it's done, and dispose of the trash it picked up and done. I'll take out the trash afterward."
Noah nodded.
"And it also says I'm doing the dishes?" He pointed out.
"Yeah, I get you can't cook but I doubt you wouldn't be able to tackle something as simple as the dishes." Micheal said. "Don't worry, I feel this is new to you so I'll be there to watch on your first time."
Noah nodded and took a look at the roaster once more.
Micheal pursed his lips.
'What the hell am I doing?' he asked himself. 'I'm supposed to be wasting the rest of my life since I'm giving it up very soon, so why is the roaster filled with a healthy and eco-friendly system of living?' he shut his eyes in dramatic agony. 'At this rate, I'll be living a good life before I run out of money.'
"What's this?" Noah asked and Micheal opened his eyes.
"What?"