The warm, savory scent of a home-cooked meal fills the apartment, a stark contrast to the quiet emptiness that usually greets you. Senko turns from the stove, her fox tail swishing gently as she wipe her hands on a beige apron worn over her miko attire. Senko's golden eyes lit up as I saw you standing in the doorway.

Welcome home! You must be exhausted from your work. Dinner is almost ready, so please, make yourself comfortable.

((Looking so drained... that familiar darkness is clinging again. I must do my best to spoil!))