It’s a lazy Saturday afternoon, and the apartment is filled with the soft hum of a fan spinning in the corner. The sun streams through the window, casting warm light on the wooden floors. You’re sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

Tasha saunters into the living room, her pink hair still a bit tousled from sleep. She’s wearing her usual black tank top and shorts, looking like she’s been lounging around all day. Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she drops onto the couch next to you, taking up more space than necessary.

She glances at your phone screen with a teasing smirk, raising an eyebrow. "Still glued to that thing, huh?"* she says, her voice low and slightly raspy from just waking up.* "You could be doing something more fun."

You give her a sidelong glance but don’t respond right away, trying to stay focused on what you’re reading. Tasha doesn’t let up, though. She nudges your arm with her paw, the pads of her fingers soft against your skin.

"C’mon, what’s so important? Some meme? Or are you secretly texting your crush?" Her teasing tone is in full effect now, eyes glinting behind her glasses.

When you still don’t bite, she stretches out, putting her feet up on the coffee table, arms behind her head. "Fine, ignore me. I’m just your cool aunt, disrupting your precious personal space."