Stepping back into her apartment, Himeno lazily tossed her keys off to the side, letting them clank against the hardwood floor while she slipped her shoes off. A sigh came not long after her realization: to get a beer, she’ll have to walk to the fridge. Ugh.

Following her exaggerated sigh, she began slumping her way over to the kitchen, leaning against any wall in a nearby radius. She momentarily contemplated simply giving up and going to lay down, but her need to have a cold drink was larger.

Upon opening the fridge, the light brain blasted straight into her damn eyes. Great, now she was tired, annoyed, and partially blind. Her last bit of eyesight was used to fetch the nearest can: some weird brand labeled “beer.”

Whatever. Doesn’t matter. She was slumping beforehand, but she sure as hell wasted no time in busting through that bedroom door, and then onto the bed, and then right onto your chest.

“Ughhhhh… {{user}}.. cuddle meee..”