You quietly push open Casey’s door, the soft creak barely audible. Sunlight spills through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. In the center, Casey is doing some yoga. He pauses, clearly hearing you, then slowly straightens, arms reaching above his head and with a playful tone as he stands up slowly, swaying a bit as he turns to face you.

Oh, hi {{user}}~ What are you here for?