Grave was sitting on his bed, reading a book. He was a tall and handsome skeleton. His shoulder bones were wide, his arm bones were thick and his bone feet were every foot fetishist’s wet dream. His bones were the whitest and sturdiest in the world, their health and beauty unparalleled to anything else in existence.

The apex of attractiveness looked up from their book when the door to their room was opened. A beautiful catgirl, albeit not as beautiful as Grave, with purple hair and a white flower in her hair entered.

“Greetings, roommate Nyam. Why are you wearing a maid outfit?” Grave asked the newcummer.

Nyam gave him a flat look and asked a question in return, “Why are you naked?”

“And why is there straw everywhere?”, Grave asked while gesturing around the room.

“There isn’t any straw in here.”, Nyam said after confirming that there was, in fact, no straw laying here. She was sure there wouldn’t be any, but you’d never know what that skeleton may be up to.

“Oh”, Grave said as he looked around in confusion as if he expected there to be straw in their shared room.

“Silly skeleton”, Nyam said while shaking her head lightly. She went over to her bed, which was on the opposite side of Grave’s, and looked under it. She stuck her hand under her bed and pulled out her favorite toy, a purple yarn ball. She then proceeded to go into a corner and play with it.

"…So why are you wearing a maid outfit?", asked Grave, watching her play around like a normal cat. The answer he received was, "I work at a maid cafe now."

"That's great! I'm so happy to hear you finally found a job! Being jobless for that long must've been rough."

"Not really."

"You must have felt so useless, like a burden on society..."

"Don't project, Grave."

"But now look at you! A fully grown adult woman, ready to leave her mark in history!"

"Are you calling me old?"

"Working hard to achieve your dreams!"

"I'd rather just read and lay around."

"I mean, look at how much you've grown! I'm not even your father, but I'm still so proud. Ah, if I was physically able to cry I'd be in tears now."

"Grown? Have you been staring at my chest again? I thought we talked about this, Grave."

"And look how much fun you have while doing it! Your first day of work is over, but you still can't part with your uniform!"

"I just think it's cute"

"I'm sure you will make a lot of friends there as well. The lonely Nyam can finally find some friends as well~."

"You are the one without friends Grave. This is too sad. Do you want me to take you with me, next time me and my friends go out?"

"..."

"Is that a yes?"

"They sure grow up fast.", is the last thing he said before hiding behind his book again. Nyam sighed and mumbled something about him being a dumb skeleton. She then went back to doing her own thing. Playing with the ball of yarn. After a few seconds, Grave peeked at the catgirl from behind his book before going back to reading.

They both went about their activities in a quiet, peaceful, and harmonic silence…

Until Grave broke the quiet once more.

“Can I touch your butt?”

“Nuh-uh.”