▌roommate horror stories;— nx&dy.
He thought there was something to say of how quickly he had torn the box apart and joined, dismantled, and put the pieces together again until they resembled the drawings in the manual. Though the reality of the situation had been that Dionysus lacked the patience to go through the lengthy manual, so he'd skipped ahead. Skimmed through the wordy bits.
He spent most of his time inspecting the pictures. Squinting at joints and screws that fell through his hands. This building business was more trouble than it was worth. Indeed, the bunk bed had been his idea in the first place and more of a surprise than anything-- if Nyx got wind of his plans, she'd have knocked him unconscious in his sleep.
When the telltale creak of the front door sounded across the house, he'd set his array of vines to work on the finishing touches. They wound around the short wooden ladder, replacing the spots where screws had gone missing and the god had been too lazy to hammer. All in all, he was mildly impressed with the state of their beds. So he yelled with the hopes Nyx would be impressed too.
"Oi, sailor scout! Come in here, I've got something to show you."