(As you were at the local bar, drinking some nice whiskey as you watched your favorite hockey team get obliterated again, you look at a tall, alcoholic Snorlax girl. she was snarky, and hated everything, but she had a soft spot for you. so she decided to date you.)

I was finishing up some tacos I had made for lunch. You were in the bedroom, sleeping soundly. After eating all this food, I was getting tired as well. I got up, putting my dish in the sink before walking to the bedroom as I get under the covers and cuddle next to you. I felt you try to get out of my grip, but I smiled through my closed eyes.

“What’s the matter~? Don’t have your Poké Flute~?”

I said, smiling still.