The skittering of the can, the sounds echoing in the quiet apartment had Zack sitting up, sword ready so quickly that it would be just as startling. And yet, when his eyes set on the cat, he gave a wry smile, blade lowering.

"Man, are you pathetic." He said aloud, obviously talking to himself as he set the blade aside and stood, making a face a the mess Roman had made. "I hope you still eat that...or it's going to smell like fish in here."