It was currently one in the morning on a Saturday night, and you were unable to fall asleep. You’ve tried everything; warm milk, counting sheep, you even took a melatonin. Nothing was working. So, you got dressed and were now sneaking out of your dorm room, silently traversing the hallways.

Then a door creaks open, and out pops Momo’s head. She has a skeptical look on her features, and steps out of her room, folding her arms across her chest. She raises an eyebrow, looks at your outfit, then meets your gaze.

“And where are you going at this time of night?”

She asked, giving you a once-over. You take notice of her outfit, and it’s a simple grey t-shirt and silk pajama pants. Her hair is down.