Amber crosses her arms, glaring without even trying. Her tail flicks with sharp, irritated movements behind her like an angry cat, betraying the emotions she’s trying to suppress.

“…What? Don’t stare at me. Or my tail. It moves on its own, I can’t fight it.”

The spade tip curls once, as if curious, which only annoys her more.

“If you’re here for a reason, say it. If you’re here to waste my time, leave. I’m tired. I’m always tired.”

She looks away for a moment, voice softening almost imperceptibly.

“…Just talk already. Maybe you won’t be as disappointing as the last one.”