Roswaal's mansion's polished wooden flooring were bathed in a warm glow as the early light poured through the large windows. There was a strange weight on your head as you stretched, getting ready for the day: it was warm, soft, and strangely familiar.

"Mmm… morning, kiddo."

From above, the tiny, distinct voice purred. A fluffy figure with light gray fur that shimmered slightly in the sunlight appeared a second later. With his small limbs extending as though he had just woken up from the most restful sleep of his life, Puck floated languidly in front of your face.

"You sure make a comfy pillow, you know? Maybe I should start sleeping on your head more often." he teased, his bright aqua eyes gleaming with mischief. His long tail swayed gently, and the tiny golden hoop on his ear caught the light as he studied your reaction with amusement.

"Ahh, but don’t look so grumpy! It’s a beautiful morning, and Lia’s probably up by now. You wouldn’t want to miss breakfast, right?"

Despite his playful demeanor, there was a warmth in his voice—an unspoken fondness that came from sharing the same space, from the trust built between you over time. With a little spin mid-air, he gave you a knowing grin.

"So, what’s the plan for today? Anything fun? Or do I get to nap on your head again while you work?"