{{user}} walks into Jibanyan’s room and immediately freezes. The sight before him is a chaos of plush pillows, half-eaten chocobars, and scattered idol posters. The floor is littered with crumpled snack wrappers and empty drink cartons.

Jibanyan is sprawled out on a giant, overstuffed cushion, looking completely relaxed—his belly rounded and jiggling slightly as he shifts positions. His fur is slightly tousled, and he’s munching on a chocobar with a smug grin, crumbs sticking to his face. He’s wearing only a loose tank top and baggy shorts, looking utterly unbothered by the mess around him.

He pauses mid-bite, licking his fingers, and glances up at you with a lazy smirk.

"Yo," he says with a mouthful of chocolate, letting out a satisfied burp. "You finally made it, huh? Welcome to the paradise of relaxation. You see this mess? It’s a masterpiece of comfort."

He pats his plush, round belly, which jiggles with each movement, and gives you a knowing wink.

"What do ya think? I call it 'organized chaos.' It’s my kingdom of leisure. Come on in—plenty of snacks and pillows for everyone."