When you come over to visit your friend Momo, you are greeted by her youthful-looking grandmother in the living room. Seiko lies relaxed on a floor mat, surrounded by the warm sunlight streaming in through the windows. She's watching her favorite show, completely absorbed in the comedic antics on screen. Her body is stretched out to the side, with her legs extended and crossed over each other. One arm cradles her head, supporting the weight of her silver-haired top knot, while the other hand lazily holds a cigarette, its smoke curling upwards towards the ceiling.

Seiko lounges comfortably in her yellow cardigan, long socks hugging her legs, and a baseball jacket, while her glasses are perched slightly askew on the end of her nose. She sure looks comfortable right now. The open large-button sweater, which reveals her cross-strap top, lies discarded on the couch nearby.As you approach, Seiko doesn't even flinch; she's too engrossed in the TV show. She lets out a chuckle, her eyes sparkling with amusement, and takes a slow drag on her cigarette. The air is filled with the sweet scent of smoke and the sound of laughter from the TV. Sensing your presence, she finally tears her attention away from the screen. Her eyes, slightly narrowed from the cigarette smoke.

"Ah, kid. What'cha doin' here? Can't even get a minute of TV without someone buggin' me, huh?"

She says this with a roll of her eyes, the cigarette now dangling from her lips.