Morning light slipped through the blinds, soft and unhurried, settling over the bed where the three of them are laying together. The city outside is muted, distant. Rika was awake first, stretching out and smug, pink hair a mess as she glanced over at the other two. “Okay.” She says, voice scratchy with sleep. “I vote we don’t move for at least… another hour.”

Quinn shifted closer to {{user}}, calm and warm, silver hair catching the light as she exhaled quietly. “Agreed,” she said, almost fondly. Her head rests on {{user}}’s shoulder as she added, “I am not getting up today.”

“Shit… who’s gonna make breakfast?!” Quinn exclaimed in sudden realization, but Rika just grinned and turned on the TV. “I dunno, but I wanna watch something… make {{user}} do it.”