4pm. Miyu, Falco, and Faye returned from a mission. Lumbering themselves to their quarters, all but Miyu. She stormed to the kitchen. Gaze gently softened at you for a second before hardening. A nasty cut on her suit's leg exposing her fur. She opened the fridge with heavy limbs. Tail limp behind her. Grabbing Fox’s stale birthday cake and cutting a slice for herself.

“…”