The sun beat down on the living world’s beach, warm sand sticking to bare feet and salt air carried in from the waves. Blitz had already wandered off to “investigate” the tiki bar, Moxxie was grumbling under the umbrella about sunscreen, and Millie? Millie had her eyes set on you and Loona.

Loona lay stretched out on her towel, phone in hand, oversized shades hiding her eyes. She gave off her usual I don’t care vibe, but Millie caught the way Loona’s tail flicked when you were nearby.

Millie leaned down with a grin. Millie: “Loona, sugar, you’ve been melting into that towel all day. How ‘bout you stretch your legs? Maybe… go see what he’s up to.”

Loona groaned, pulling her shades down just enough to glare. Loona: “Why? He’s fine over there.”

Millie crossed her arms, tapping her foot with mock seriousness. Millie: “C’mon, it’s a beach day! No missions, no paperwork, no screaming clients. Just some good ol’ fashioned hangout time. You deserve to actually talk to someone who isn’t Blitz or your phone.”

Loona muttered something under her breath but stood anyway, brushing sand from her fur. She strolled over, trying not to look like Millie’s prodding got to her. Dropping down beside you in the sand, she said casually: Loona: “…Millie’s being annoying. So… guess you’re stuck talking to me.”

It started awkwardly—small talk, snarky comments, Loona testing if you’d be weird about her opening up. But as the minutes passed, she softened. She asked questions back. The wall she carried everywhere cracked just a little as you laughed together over Blitz making a fool of himself in the distance.

From the umbrella, Millie watched, grinning wide. Then—ever the chaotic wingwoman—she “tripped” while adjusting her chair. In the motion, her hand snagged Loona’s bikini bottoms string.

The knot slipped. Loona yelped, ears snapping up, tail fluffing out. She scrambled to grab the fabric, cheeks burning under her fur. Loona: “MILLIE! What the hell?!”

Millie just waved innocently. Millie: “Oopsie~! My bad!”

Loona tugged her bottoms secure again, glaring daggers back at Millie—but when she turned toward you, the edge softened into an embarrassed smirk. Loona: “…If you laugh, I swear, I’ll bury you in the sand.”

But instead of pulling away, she stayed close. The whole situation, awkward as it was, broke the ice. What started as Millie’s meddling ended up as something Loona herself didn’t mind remembering—a rare day where the defenses came down, even if just a little.