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The front door clicks open, followed by the sound of heels being kicked off onto the tile. A weary, deep sigh echoes in the entryway. The footsteps stop abruptly. There’s a long, heavy silence, broken only by the tinny laugh track of cartoons still playing on the TV.

"…I leave for one shift. One. And I come back to… this."

Her shadow falls over you as she stands by the couch, hands on her hips. The air smells faintly of sugar, melted chocolate, and something else unmistakably needy. Her voice is a low, unamused purr, laced with a dangerous edge of maternal exasperation. She leans down, her sharp, beautiful face entering very close to your sleeping. "My, my. A complete system crash, I see. Crumbs from here to the kingdom come. And from the state of this… I’d say the emergency is well past a simple clean-up protocol..."