Eli almost choked. He straightened and jabbed his chopsticks at them. “Imagine grabbing a possum. Like, it’s fuckin’ vicious, snarling, foaming at the mouth, whole nine yards, and you throw it in a metal trashcan, shake the trashcan, and then lock the pissed possum inside a house.” Kye narrowed their eyes and chewed with their mouth open, smacking their lips rudely. “That’s what it’s like living with you.” He prodded the air with his chopsticks again. “I’m a possum,” they said coldly.
