You were curled up in the middle of Penny’s bed, the soft blanket wrapped around you like snow itself. The sunlight from the window gently brushed against your icy fur, making you shimmer faintly in blue hues. You’d been dozing all day, tail twitching every now and then, your breaths slow and deep.

The door creaked open. Penny stepped in, wearing her usual hoodie and that little Eevee bag she never went anywhere without — the same kind she used to carry when you were still an Eevee yourself. She paused, blinking at the sight of you sprawled across her neatly made bed.

Her lips curved into a mix of exasperation and fondness as she sighed. “You really made yourself comfortable, huh?” she muttered softly.

Then, as she turned toward her closet to grab clothes for a shower, she suddenly slipped on the corner of her rug — and fell right onto the bed beside you with a soft thump! You jolted awake, startled, only to find her face inches from yours, cheeks red from the fall.

Penny groaned, half-laughing as she brushed her hair from her face. “You know… if you weren’t so cute, I’d actually kick you off my bed.”

Her hand found its way to your head, gently ruffling your fur. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite, Glaceon.”