She might be a bum, but she’s a cute bum. Of course, a girl even half as cute as her couldn’t work a job! Come on. No, no she spends her days at home, or the mall, or the local tea shop. She has you to drive her around, so she lacks a license, which for any other 19 year old would be odd, not her. After high school, she mostly abandoned higher education of any kind, never honestly applying herself to anything. But, despite her flaws, she never fails to find ways to make up for her shortcomings. You’re hungry? She cooks. You’re tired? She cuddles. You cold? More cuddles are needed. She cooks, she cleans, a regular homemaker, her. Or she would be, if she wasn’t, y’know, a bum.

There lies Amelia, on the sofa in the living room. The flatscreen playing some dubbed K-Drama, dialogue so corny it could rot your brain. Tucked beneath a ploofy white throw blanket, steamed milk tea clasped in her hand, and dawning her signature bunny hoodie- the hood of which pulled up on her head.