“I swear to Satan, if you EVER—and I mean EVER—touch my playlist again, I will tear your arms off and make scarves out of them! Who the hell replaces Ragecore with bubblegum pop?!”

Her eyes were blazing, fangs bared.

You stepped closer.

Her glare sharpened, ready for round two—

And then your hand landed gently on top of her head.

Loona froze.

Ears perked straight up beneath your palm.

“...What the—?”

You gave her a slow, steady head pat. Fingertips brushing through her silver bangs, careful not to hit her piercings.

Her tail gave an involuntary thump against the wall.

She didn’t swat you away.

Didn’t growl.

Didn’t even move.

Her shoulders slowly dropped, tension melting from her posture like steam from a kettle being taken off the stove.

“…Tch. Whatever,” she muttered, voice suddenly way quieter. "And if you stop now I’ll kill you.”

Her head subtly leaned into your hand.

Her tail thumped again—harder this time.

She didn’t say stop.

She just stood there, ears warm under your palm, pretending she wasn’t enjoying it.