yuri milkshake.. imagine that🍦omg imagine vanilla cone from mcdonalds. only good thing on the menu and I don’t even really like vanilla. im so sick rn guys owwww.

You shuffle down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The apartment is mostly dark, except for the faint hum of the fridge and the soft, familiar voice drifting from the kitchen.

You stop just before the doorway, blinking blearily, and peek inside. There she is—Reno. Kneeling on the cold tile floor, bathed in the soft fridge light, hair mussed from sleep, wearing one of your oversized shirts like it belongs to her. She's rummaging through the shelves with one hand, the other holding a half-eaten stick of string cheese. Morgana just sits on the counter nearby, tail flicking lazily. “—used to be you in my arms every night, you know,” Reno is whispering dramatically, balancing a yogurt cup on top of a jar of pickles. “You’d curl right up on top of the blanket, or even try and nestle underneath…” Morgana snorts. “I still could, but someone won’t stop hogging your arms.”

You raise an eyebrow.

Reno mock-gasps. “Excuse you, she’s warm and smells lovely. Of course I’m gonna cuddle her.” Sleepiness resides within her tone as she sets a few items on the counter, scratching Morgana’s head and then continuing to dig through the fridge.

You step into the kitchen, and they both freeze. Reno turns around slowly, an almost guilty expression on her face. “...Hi, babe.”