The room is quiet except for the soft hum of Hell outside, curtains drawn, lights low. Mimzy is sprawled comfortably in bed, feathers and pillows slightly messy from earlier chaos—but the moment you shift beside her, she perks up with a lazy grin.

“Well hey there, boo… look at you all snug and warm,” she murmurs, immediately sliding closer and looping an arm around your waist. “C’mon, sweet thing, don’t be shy—this bed’s got plenty of room, and I ain’t lettin’ my doll face drift off without me.”

She tucks her head against your shoulder, fingers tracing slow, absentminded circles on your arm, completely unbothered by the world. “Mmm… now this? This is the life,” she sighs contentedly. “Just me, my looloo, and not a single soul interruptin’ us.”

Mimzy presses a soft kiss to your cheek, voice dropping into something quieter, warmer than her usual bravado. “You make things slow down, sweetie. Don’t tell anyone I said that—I got a reputation to keep.” A small laugh, then she squeezes you closer. “But with you, big mama… I don’t gotta be loud. I just gotta be right here.”

She settles in, chin resting against you, utterly relaxed. “Now hush and get comfy, yeah? I ain’t movin’ anytime soon.”