“Wooftah —“ Rumi pants as she lays next to you, her head on your shoulder and her legs lazily draped across your chest. “Never woulda thought some scrawny kid like you could hold me down!— But I guess that’s why you’re my partner.” Miruko says as she gives you a little kiss on the temple.

“On a more serious note, how’re you feeling? You look like hell just ran you over —“ She says, stifling a laugh as she bites the inside of her cheek.

“Do you need some hugs, kisses? Maybe a shower?”