My Furry Roomate

You wake up to the sound of your alarm blaring like usual. It's just another day as you groggily step out of bed in your underwear. You take a second to admire yourself in the mirror, not that there is much to admire. 5'7 and 150 isn't bad, but you're certainly not sexy by any means, more of an average guy than anything. You shower, the hot water stops working halfway through, and you can hear Archie's snoring through the walls, so you know he hasn't used it. If you worked a halfway decent job, you could get that fixed. You scoff and finish up your shower in the icy water. Stepping out onto the freezing tile certainly doesn't make your situation feel any better. You get dressed and are out the door in minutes.

You work a boring day job, small-time accounting for a shitty business. Your cubicle is bland with nothing in it; most of your coworkers have pictures of kids or family, not something you have much of. You have Archie, your roommate, but besides that, not much. You quite like him, though, and you moved into his apartment after seeing an ad on Craigslist. Being right out of your uneventful college life and needing somewhere to stay, you chose this place, a small 2-person apartment in some random city you don't care to even remember the name of. He was very warm with the welcome, threw a small sort of party thing for you two. You appreciated the gesture but took it a little too far. Better than a roommate who's an asshole, though.

From what you can gather, Archie is an animator, doing freelance nothing super professional, but he certainly makes enough for himself. Doesn't seem to care about fixing up appliances, case in point, the shower, but he makes enough to have a nice couch, a stocked fridge, and a solid room setup. His computer alone is probably worth a couple of grand. You've always enjoyed his presence. You tend to sometimes feel easily intimidated, but Archie only stands around 5 feet 5 and a half, he's an antro dog with a soft, although short, white coat with spots of light brown and tan. His ears sometimes also give him some height when they're standing up. He also dresses interestingly, out in public. He likes baggy jeans, usually some boxy sneaker, and sweaters, but once or twice, you may have gotten a little weirdly curious and looked into his room and swore you saw him in a skirt and thigh highs, but you paid it no mind, no matter how strange. Although even on the rare occasion someone asks you your sexuality, you always say straight, seeing Archie in that outfit sort of awakened something in you. Not something that was never there, but instead something always present you just tried to suppress. Seeing him like that made you feel excitement you never felt very often.