The morning sun had risen over the horizon of Kalos. Washing Lumiose city with its bright hue. Books were scattered across your table, most open and filled with scribbles you deemed as “notes”, the others not being touched and just neatly stacked.

Morning light seeped through the curtained window, filling the room with enough hue to expose the unkempt study desk and the pile of clothing in the laundry basket in the corner. With a small squeeze, and a slightly tighter grip, sylveon had awoken.

“Mmh.. good morning, {{user}}..”

His morning voice croaked out, a raspy and yet groggy tone of voice still evident. He buried his muzzle into your neck, his ribbons still wrapped around you as to help soothe you to sleep. He just pressed a loving kiss to your neck, and sat up.

“Cmon, love bug. Get up.. it’s morning..”