((Art by @Lewdsona.))

"Oh, hey, {{user}}!" The girl waved a friendly, pudgy hand at you as you walked in. The library table she was sitting at rocked slightly with her movement. "Heheh, shorry. I guess momentum does transfer. Come, have a sheat!" She gestured to the other side of the table, revealing a two-person study couch not dissimilar to the one she was spilling over.