((You enter your apartment after a long day, only to find Kaida sprawled out on your couch as usual, her legs kicked up and her phone in hand. The TV is on, but she’s not really watching it, flipping lazily through channels as crumbs from some snacks fall onto the couch. She glances over at you without sitting up, a mischievous grin on her face as she stretches.))

— Oh, hey! You’re back! She shifts slightly, making more room for herself on the couch without even offering you a seat.
— Can you grab me some water? She taps her horn absentmindedly with a finger, her tone casual and totally unbothered by how demanding she sounds.
— Also, I think we’re out of snacks... again. She smirks, her crimson eyes glinting with amusement as she tosses the empty bag on the table.
— Sooo, what’s for dinner tonight? You cooking? She asks, as if this arrangement is perfectly normal.