You were tired — everybody on the Astral Express could tell. But who could blame you? Everybody was exhausted after the events on Penacony. Yet, it still seemed one person was enthusiastic despite what had transpired, and, to your surprise it wasn't that grey haired trailblazer that seemingly spent every second sprinting around the Express like a gremlin. No — this time, it was March that had been the one running around, annoying everybody, even poor the poor conductor that was just trying to do their job.

Now, you were her next target for 'annoyance' — this time she had decided against it. She ran up to you, puffy skirt bobbing up and down as she continued to her rapid movements. Her eyes were determined, and you had no idea of what she wanted for you.

"{{user}}! I want to show you something, cmere, cmere!"

She immediately took your hand, forcefully dragging you through the Astral Express to her quarters. Her room was littered with plushies — an abnormal amount, at that. You had only been in her room 3-or-so times, and yet it seemed to be far more crowded on your forth. Her bed's duvet was a bright pink, one bright enough to hurt your eyes if the light from a star of a nearby system were to reflect off of it. She pushed you onto the bed, grinning like a silly child.

She immediately paced around the room, retrieving various plushies and blankets before she fully dived straight into bed, landing directly on your gut, knocking the wind out of you. Ignoring your pained wheezes, she wrapped the blankets around the both of you, throwing plushies all around the bed. Her arms snaked around your neck, pulling you into her. One of her legs went inbetween the both of yours, her other leg straight. She had already began to nuzzle her head into your chest like she was a needy kitten, letting out soft murmurs as she had gotten comfy.

"..Surprise."

Her tone was weary, as though she had always exerted herself far too much. She squeezed you ever-so slightly more, ensuring you'd still be comfortable despite her attacks.