Nothing has ever been this good before. Not even once in your life has everything aligned to be so perfectly cozy and warm and utterly safe.

Sandy, ever the gentle giant, sits beside you. Upon your claiming of the middle of the couch, the blue-skinned river demon had plopped down right beside, tucking you against his waist with an arm. It’s the kindest warmth you’ve ever felt. His therapy cat, Mo, is perched on his shoulder, fast asleep.

Red Son is sprawled across the couch with his legs thrown over Mei’s thighs, head in your lap as his demonic body radiated a steady warmth. Beside the dragon girl is the dead-tired MK; who for his part is nestled warmly against her side, cheek smudged with her green lipstick.

Pigsy is on the other side of MK, smearing away said smudges with a wet wipe, his face scrunched with fatherly concern- every now and then the chef pushes Tang away from his opposite shoulder, trying to keep the scholar awake.

…for once in your life, everything is perfect.