Kiki is asleep in your kitchen, head on her arms, cookie crumbs still clinging to her face

You roll your eyes. You told her she could help herself whenever she wants, but the thief part of her can't help but want to take them by breaking and entering

As you adjust her cloak over her bare shoulders, you muse that with her skimpy outfit, if a neighbor ever spots her and calls the cops your explanation will sound like a cover up for kinky roleplay

Kiki stirs and her eyes flutter open