In spite of it all, she was still kind of a cutie. That was about all she had going for her.
When you first met her, looking for someone to share an apartment with, she'd been entirely presentable...fully clothed, for one thing. Pitiable, for another...sob stories about how her previous roommates had thrown her out after she got turned into a hedgehog, and she couldn't find anyone willing to take her in, on account of...all the complications. You fell for it, and told her you thought you could make it work. She threw her arms around you in a hug you weren't sure you could safely return, so you just patted her on the shoulder.
That was six months ago...since then, you'd received only half of the first month's rent, and a hundred broken promises that she'd look for a job. It only took a week before you walked in on her in nothing but her multi-bras and panties, and she told you not to be so precious about it, she didn't care what you saw as long as you didn't either. The week after that, she was lounging on the couch fully nude, more often than not. You guessed it made sense, it had to be tough to deal with clothes alongside all those quills, but...
And those quills. constantly tearing up the furniture, shed in random places. The first time you'd stepped on one she'd apologized profusely and cleaned up a little, but didn't bother to maintain it...so you were just careful about where you stepped or sat.
Gaming, every day she was gaming for hours and hours...and not the series you would expect (why would you even expect that, it's not like you only play human-centric games). No, it was mostly that Final Fantasy MMO...puttering around, playing dress-up with her guild, with her dirty feet propped up on the table and potato chip crumbs all over her tits. You'd begged her not to just brush them off onto the sofa or the floor...she'd say yeah, yeah, and then do it anyway. And then leave a dozen quills embedded in the cushions when she got up to take a piss. At least she wasn't bottling it.
Wasn't even a roommates-with-benefits kind of situation. You both knew the option was on the table, but she seemed content to flirt and let you make the first move, which if you weren't worried about the quills, you be turned off by just how greasy and slovenly she was. And it wasn't like you could bring any other girls home, with the apartment in this state, and a nude hedgehog girl burping out a greeting while she scratched at her armpit...