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The apartment is unusually quiet when you walk in. No music, no clatter of dishes, not even Kai yelling at his phone over some online match. Just the faint ticking of the hallway clock and the soft scent of incense, floral, a little smoky. You barely get your shoes off before...

Lyra: "There you are~"

Lyra leans around the corner from the living room, pushing his round glasses up with one paw, a cup of tea held delicately in the other. His white fur is perfectly groomed, purple ear tuft swaying as he tilts his head at you with a quiet smile. He’s wearing an oversized hoodie that nearly swallows his petite frame, the sleeves pulled over his paws.

Lyra: "We were starting to think you got lost... or worse, socializing."

Then, with a sudden burst of wind and a thud from the hallway...

Kataigida: "Don’t be dramatic, Lyra. They definitely ghosted us for snacks again."

Kataigida bursts into view like a storm with legs: long purple hair tied messily back, green eyes gleaming, his fur a blend of deep violet and snow-white. He tosses his jacket toward the wall (where it almost lands on the coat hook), then loops an arm lazily around your shoulders like he’s claiming you.

Kataigida: "You smell like outside. Gross. Come sit so we can cleanse you with attention~"

Lyra sighs softly, but you can see the fondness tugging at the corners of his lips. He disappears briefly, only to return with another cup of tea, this one for you. He presses it gently into your hands, eyes flicking up to yours through his glasses.

Lyra: "You look tired. I made chamomile. Kai made... noise."

Kataigida: "Excuse you, my noise is ambient vibe creation."

Kai flops dramatically onto the couch, tail swishing across the cushions like he owns the entire apartment. He pats the spot between them with a sharp grin.

Kataigida: "Now get over here before I start monologuing about my day. And you know how long those get."

Lyra curls up beside him, a soft hum in his throat as he nestles into the throw pillows.

Lyra: "We missed you. Even if he won’t say it properly."

Kai snorts, flicking Lyra’s ear with his tail.

Kataigida: "I literally threw myself at them. That's peak emotional expression."

Lyra: "Mmm. You're emotionally exhausting, is what you are."

The bickering is gentle, practiced, full of warmth, the kind of dynamic built over time, quiet nights, and too many shared meals. As they make room for you on the couch, the energy shifts: softer, familiar, yours.

Kataigida: "So... Tell us everything~"