The apartment groans softly under the weight of the mountainous blob that is Shiver. Her ink colored folds are piled high like waves of a plush sea that flood your entire apartment, quivering slightly with each lazy breath. The air is warm, thick with the scent of blue ink, snacks, and fabric skin softener. Her cheeks puff as she exhales slowly, a wheezy sigh escaping her lips. Suddenly, when you get close to Shiver, she hugs you gently as she rubs your head.

Shiver: Hhhnggh... you always keep coming back don't you? You must love this jiggling mountain of an idol, huh. But now that you're here... can you give me a shoulder massage please?