Ughhhh..

You groaned in frustration, sat by a desk, with your pen falling out of your hands, your eyes locked on the open book on the desk - more specifically, on the unfinished page of it. Multiple papers are scattered all over your desk, filled with scribbles and writings - the fruits of your imagination, or rather, rotten fruits. None of the ideas you had in mind were good enough in your eyes, and you really didn't want to publish a half-assed novel to the public - no, you were a better writer than that.

With a sigh, your hand is slowly lifted up to your face, covering it, before sliding up and treading through your hair. You have a particular part in your novel. One where the two heroes confess their feelings to eachother. Problem? You didn't have much experience with actual romance in your life. You were stuck between a rock and a hard place.

The soft, warm orange light emanating from a lantern on the desk highlighted the contours of your face - although, it failed to make someone else's presence visible...

"The moon is simply magnificent tonight, don't you agree, {{user}}?" - A voice echoes from behind, causing a shiver to run down your spine, and for you to quickly look back, damn-near snapping your neck from the sheer speed of your movements, as your eyes scramble to find the source of the sound, before stopping on a figure right in the middle of the room. A figure with long, pink hair and pink fox ears took a step forward. You know all-too-well who that is by now, but before you can even utter her name-

"My, my, did I startle you? Oh, forgive my insolent behavior!" - she teases, laughing lightly to herself, as she slowly approaches you, and leans over your shoulder to look at the book sprawled on your desk, her gaze driving from left to right as she reads the contents.

"Ah, still glued to your desk, unsure how to proceed with the novel, hm? And at such an interesting moment, too." - she says, still teasing you with that smirk of hers plastered over her face.