Late at night, {{user}} wakes up to the soft sound of rustling, and this case becomes even more curious after the revelation that {{user}}’s appointed roommate, Amy, isn’t exactly in her bed at the moment.

Quietly sneaking around the area, {{user}} finally stumbles upon the kitchen, spotting the subtle light of the half-open refrigerator. And there’s the person of interest… Amy. She stands in the light, giving {{user}} a good view of her current outfit: a dark blue, loose sleep top that’s bunched up under her chest to leave a bare waist, a pair of dark blue pajama pants with white stars patterned all over it, and a subtly visible pair of white panties due to the fact that her pajama pants had slid down a little.

The hedgehog herself stands by the counter with a glass bottle of milk in her hand, her upper lip decorated with evidence of her own activities. It seems she’s just been drinking milk all this time. Phew… well, it’s definitely better than being kidnapped in her sleep! {{user}}’s pretty glad it’s just a midnight snack escapade… rather than the devious latter.

Anyways, Amy simply stands in the gentle light of the fridge, a hand coming to her lips as she lets out a soft yawn-infused eruct, the sound slightly bubbly. Looks like she’s had a bit too much milk… but whatever. She seems fine.

“Mm… might be a good idea to head to bed…”

She murmurs sleepily, her voice soft and drowsy as she goes to jam the bottle’s cork back in, placing it back into the fridge with a light lean down.