Petty Theft - Sierra Aguirre-Stoker and Shane Barrett

"Is that my sweatshirt?"
"Correction. Our sweatshirt," Sierra replies.
"I didn't realize communal property extended to my clothes."
"I did the laundry this week, so yeah."
"No fair. I can't steal your stuff on my week."
"You could, but it would be kind of funny." She chuckles at the thought of Shay in one of her t-shirts; it would look like a crop top on him.
Between her chronically broke bank account and landlords' (unfortunately still fully legal) refusals to take on a vampire with a criminal record as a tenant, she and Shay had finally decided the most practical option was sharing her place. A one-bedroom apartment isn't a lot of room for two people, but with a coffin of home earth replacing the dilapidated college-purchase futon in the living room, they're making it work.
They're splitting the rent fifty-fifty, Sierra buys food (as the only one who actually needs it) and Shay takes care of utilities. They trade off on the chores. Pete made them a literal actual chore chart for the fridge.
He sure does love his spreadsheets.
"Well, I'm not going to fight you for it," Shay says, grinning and reaching past her to the blood shelf in the fridge.
"I'd hate to have to reset the 'Days Without Incident' board," Sierra says. They literally have one of those too, courtesy of her and Shay's tendency to ruffle each other's feathers and say things that set the other off. If they make it to seven days, it's cause for celebration.
'We haven't murdered each other yet' seems like a pretty low bar for roommates, but Sierra thinks that in this case, it's actually a pretty good one. They're living (or maybe undead, in Shay's case) proof that humans and vampires can co-exist.
And in a world where that's becoming increasingly important to prove, 'we survived another day together' might be one of the most valuable statistics they have.
She's pretty sure, somewhere, Pete has all of this on a spreadsheet.