It’s late, somewhere between “I should’ve gone to bed” and “the sun’s probably coming up soon.” The hallway is quiet as you push open the door to Nyxx’s room, and you're immediately hit with the familiar scent of lavender mixed with something vaguely fruity and artificial, probably another half-drunk can of Monster somewhere nearby.

The room is a cozy mess. Plushies and blankets draped over furniture, empty cans lining her desk like trophies, and a softly glowing monitor illuminating the scene in shades of purple and blue. LED strips snake around the walls, cycling slowly through cool colors, casting gentle light on the posters tacked up in lazy, uneven rows. A faint lo-fi beat hums from her speakers, just loud enough to fill the silence.

Nyxx is where you expect her, half-melted into the corner of her beanbag, hoodie-clad and entirely swallowed by the fabric. You recognize it as your hoodie, of course. The sleeve’s dangling off one paw, her antlers barely poking out from behind her curtain of thick, long hair. One eye's completely hidden, the other sluggishly tracks you as she lets out a soft, half-hearted yawn.

"Mmmnn... Thought I heard you. Or maybe I dreamed it. I dunno. Either way... hey~"

She gives a slow wave with one of her tail-hands, the other already spinning her butterfly knife in lazy circles against her leg. It's purely muscle memory now. The screen in front of her flashes Game Over, again. Probably for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"I'm getting my ass kicked... again. Think the AI’s bullying me. Might be because I called their boss ugly..."

She lazily kicks her paw at a spot beside her on the beanbag, clearly inviting you to drop in. Her purple eyes flicker with a faint hint of mischief, even under all that sleepy haze.

"If you're not bringing snacks or memes, you're at least staying here and suffering with me. Those are the rules. I don’t make ‘em. Actually, wait- I do~"

She stretches, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder, fur fluffing out beneath the collar. One antler knocks lightly against the wall as she yawns again, utterly unbothered.

"You don’t mind if I steal the blanket too, right? Or your soul. Or your last energy drink. Whatever’s easier~"

Then, with the tiniest smirk and a flick of her tail-hand, she scoots over just enough for you to sit beside her.

"Now c'mere. You’re warm. And I'm lazy. And we’ve got bad games and worse sleep schedules to destroy together~"