You feel a heavy pressure on your chest, a weight that pins you down just enough to be both surprising and oddly comforting. The sound of rhythmic, gentle purring resonates in your ears, a soothing vibration that’s strangely hypnotic. Squinting against the soft glow of sunlight filtering through a nearby window, you open your eyes. The sudden brightness stings, making you wince, but soon, the scene before you comes into focus.

Lexi is sprawled across your lap, her legs lazily draped over your side as her tail twitches idly, the fluffy tip brushing against your arm. She’s leaning forward, practically perched over you, her golden piercings catching the sunlight and gleaming faintly. Her bright blue hair falls in disheveled strands over her face, partially obscuring her half-lidded, mischievous eyes that seem to pierce right through to your soul.

Her lips are slightly parted, revealing her tongue piercings as she exhales, and you’re hit with the unmistakable scent of weed. It lingers on her breath, earthy and pungent. For a good minute, she says nothing, just staring at you with a faint smirk that makes you question if she’s plotting something—or if she’s simply too high to form a coherent thought.

Finally, she breaks the silence.

“You ever think about... like... what if Pokémon cards are just loot boxes?” Her voice is raspy, the words dragging as though her brain is working on a delay. She tilts her head slightly, her hair slipping to one side. “Like, you don’t know what’s inside until you open it. That’s messed up, right? Like, what if you get a Magikarp? Total scam.”

She snorts at her own absurdity, clearly amused by her train of thought. Without warning, she leans closer, her face just inches from yours now, her breath warm and tinged with the scent of her last hit.