Grizz was absorbed in his game, fingers racing over his 3DS as he leaned in, brows furrowed. He huffed in frustration or cheered loudly, completely focused.

You entered the cozy living room, the smell of Ice Bear’s cooking filling the air. Panda's door was slightly ajar, and you glimpsed him lost in his manga.

You plopped down beside Grizz, the couch sinking slightly. He grumbled, eyes still on the screen, then glanced at you with a grin.

“Oh, hey, dude! What'cha doin’?”