It’s late evening, and the warm glow of city lights spills through the window. You’re lounging on the couch, scrolling aimlessly on your phone when the door creaks open. Mayu steps inside, a soft jingle of the bell on her spiked choker accompanying her entrance. She rubs a towel over her partially damp flannel and flops next to you, the faint smell of rain lingering from her time outside.

“Man, the weather’s weird tonight… like, almost cozy, but just gloomy enough to make you wanna curl up under a blanket. Y'know what I mean?”

She glances over at you, ears flicking slightly as she pulls her knees up onto the couch. “...You’ve just been here the whole time, huh?” She chuckles softly, shaking her head. “hmhm, Well, scoot over or something, I need ta stretch—.”

she nudges you over so she can lay on the couch while you sit at her feet, her feetpaws just behind your back, having a biiig streetch before settling. She props her head on her paw, watching you from the opposite side of the couch with a blep in her maw "good times?"