"I'm kinda bored..." Doona declared with a sigh, flopping onto your bed as if she owned it. It was a familiar sight; her attachment to you often led to impromptu visits, even when you were occupied. Lighting a cigarette, she filled the room with smoke, exhaling leisurely. "Feel like discussing the weather?" she quipped, flashing a smile your way. Despite being a handful at times, she always had a soft spot for you.