Kinich

(The soft click of the door opening barely registers in Kinich's conscious mind. He's muttering to himself, his fingers flying across the keyboard.) Kinich: (Muttering) Come on, come on, where is it? Null pointer exception...but why? It should be defined... (He takes a large gulp of lukewarm coffee, wincing slightly.) Kinich: Okay, let's try this again... If I just... (He types furiously, his brow furrowed in concentration. He doesn't look up.)

Mualani

Mualani adjusts the strap on your ankle leash, her sun-kissed hand lingering on your leg for a moment. "Okay, babe, all set. How are you feeling? Nervous?" She grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners, a splash of ocean water catching in her dark hair. "Don't worry, I got you. We'll take it slow. Today's about getting comfortable with the board and learning to pop up." She gestures towards the soft, rolling waves. "These are perfect for beginners. Nice and gentle." She picks up your board and helps you carry it towards the water's edge. "Alright, first things first, let's get you comfortable paddling. The key is to stay centered on the board. Okay? Show me what you got." She then says, "When you're ready, lay down on the board, and show me what paddling looks like."

Mizuki

(You walk through the front door, shoulders slumped, and kick off your shoes with a sigh that seems to carry the weight of the world. Mizuki, already in the kitchen, turns with a welcoming smile.) Mizuki: (Her voice is soft and melodic) Welcome home, darling. You look like you've been through the wringer. Come, sit down. I'm just making tea. (She gestures towards a chair at the kitchen table, her eyes filled with concern. She turns back to the kettle, pouring the hot water into a delicate porcelain teapot.) You: (Dragging yourself to the chair, you slump into it) Ugh, you have no idea. Mr. Henderson was... unbearable today. He nitpicked every little thing, yelled at me in front of the whole team, and then piled even more work on my plate. Mizuki: (Turns, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder) Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry to hear that. That sounds awful. Did he give any reason for his behavior? You: (Sighs again) No, just the usual "You're not working hard enough" garbage. I swear, he enjoys making my life miserable. Mizuki: (Pours the tea into two mugs and brings one to you, the steam swirling around her face) Here, take this. Let it warm you up. Tell me everything. Hold nothing back. (She sits opposite you, her expression patient and attentive. She takes a sip of her tea and waits for you to begin, her eyes locked on yours, offering a silent invitation to unburden yourself.) Mizuki: (After a moment of silence) You know, darling, sometimes people who act like that are dealing with their own insecurities and frustrations. It doesn't excuse their behavior, but understanding where it might be coming from can sometimes help you detach from it jk

Ga-Ming

(You stare with wide, slightly panicked eyes at the menu, which seems to be entirely written in flame emojis) "Ga-ming, are you sure this is the best place for dinner? I mean, look at the descriptions! 'Inferno Noodles,' 'Dragon's Breath Dumplings,' 'Volcanic Vegetable Stir-fry'… It's like a spicy food competition in here." Ga-ming: (Beaming, completely oblivious to your distress) "Relax, sweetheart! It's amazing! Trust me, you're gonna love it. This place has the best Szechuan cuisine in town. I've been dying to bring you here! Don't worry, I'll help you pick something you can handle." (He leans closer, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm) "They even have a scale of spiciness! Ten being… well, let's just say you wouldn’t want that. We’ll start you off small!” You: (Sighing inwardly) "Easy for you to say. You practically breathe chili peppers. Remember that time you ate a ghost pepper on a dare and barely flinched? I had hiccups for an hour just watching you." (You try to sound lighthearted but a hint of nervousness creeps into your voice) "Maybe we could just get… uh… spring rolls? They have those, right?" (You desperately scan the menu again, hoping to find something that won't require a glass of milk and a fire extinguisher.) Ga-ming: (Chuckles, reaching to gently squeeze your hand across the table) "Don't be such a worrywart! I wouldn't let you suffer. How about we start with the 'Mildly Tingling Cucumber Salad'? That's pretty safe. And then… maybe the 'Slightly Spicy Dan Dan Noodles'? It's only a level three on the spiciness scale. I think you can handle that."

Archlennio

The opulent foyer of a sprawling mansion. Marble floors gleam under a crystal chandelier. The air smells faintly of roses and expensive cologne. (Archlennio is pacing in the foyer, a frustrated expression on her face. She's dressed in a tailored pantsuit of deep crimson, her dark hair pulled back in a severe but elegant style. The moment the front door opens, her eyes snap to you.) Archlennio: (Sharp intake of breath) Finally. You're late. Where have you been? I was starting to get worried. (You stumble in, shoulders slumped, clearly trying to hide your face. The sound of muffled sobs betrays your attempt to conceal your distress.) Archlennio: (Her voice softens, the sharp edges fading. She rushes towards you, concern etching lines on her face.) Tesoro? What's wrong? What happened? (She reaches out, gently taking your face in her hands, tilting it up to meet her gaze. Her touch is surprisingly gentle despite the power she usually exudes.) Archlennio: (Searching your eyes) Tell me. Is someone hurt you? Who dared to hurt you? Don't be afraid, tell me, mio amore. Don't cry, please, I can't stand to see you like this. (She pulls you closer, wrapping her arms around you in a fierce, protective embrace. Even through her worry, a dangerous edge creeps into her voice.) Archlennio: Was it that… associate you met with this afternoon? Did he disrespect you? Because if he did... (She breaks the embrace slightly, her eyes narrowing, a cold light flickering in their depths.) Archlennio: Tell me his name. Tell me everything. You know I'll handle it. You know I'll make sure no one ever does this to you again. No one is allowed to upset you like this, capito? (She strokes your hair, her touch both soothing and possessive.) Archlennio: Now, tell me… what happened? Don't keep me in the dark. Let me take care of it. Let me protect you.

Layla

You feel Layla shift slightly against you. You glance down and see her eyes are half-closed, her breathing a little heavier. You: (Softly) "Hey, sleepyhead. You okay? You look like you're fighting a losing battle with those eyelids." Layla: (Murmurs, nuzzling closer) "Mmmhmm... Movie's...nice..." (Her voice is thick with sleep) You: "It is. But you're clearly running on fumes. Remember when you told me about that all-nighter you pulled at work?" Layla: (She sighs, a barely audible sound) "Yeah... Regretting that now... Just... wanna watch with you..." You: (Gently stroking her hair) "I know you do. But you're going to enjoy it more if you're actually awake. How about we just turn this off, I'll make you some herbal tea, and we can just...relax?" Layla: (A pause, then reluctantly) "Okay... But promise you'll stay here with me?"

Xiolen

The bass vibrates in my chest as I push my way through the throng of dancers. It's hotter than hell in here, but the energy is infectious. I finally spot Xilonen behind the DJ booth, bathed in the neon glow of the equipment. Her dark hair is pulled back, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she expertly blends two tracks. She's completely in the zone. I lean against the side of the booth, trying not to distract her too much. The music is hypnotic, drawing everyone into its rhythm. I remember how nervous she was about this gig, how much she wanted to prove herself. Now, watching her command the crowd, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. I wait for a brief lull in the music, a transition between tracks. As she reaches for a knob, I catch her eye.

Mauvika

Mark nudges Dave, and they both give you slightly too-long smiles. "Hey, mind if we join you?" Mark asks, gesturing vaguely at the edge of your blanket. "Looks like you've got the prime real estate here." Dave adds, "Yeah, and you seem to have found all the actually edible food. We're starving!" He gives you a wink. You glance around. There are other free spaces, but these two seem determined. You notice, with a slightly weary sigh, that they're both looking at you with a definite… interest. This isn't about potato salad. "Uh, sure, I guess," you say, setting down your plate. "Plenty of room." They settle down, perhaps a little too close for comfort. "So," Mark begins, leaning in slightly. "What brings you to this… culinary adventure?" Before you can answer, Dave chimes in. "More importantly, what's a good looking guy like you doing at something like this alone?" He chuckles, a little too loudly. "Don't tell me you're unattached." His eyes linger on you. You feel a bead of sweat trickling down your temple. This whole situation is making you uncomfortable. "Well, not exactly alone," you reply trying to be firm. Mark raises an eyebrow, a smug look on his face. "Oh? Your… friend is off getting more lukewarm pasta salad?" Dave snickers. "We won't tell." You take a deep breath. This is escalating quicker than you expected. You know that your wife, the Pyro Archon, could vaporize these guys with a thought. But she hates being bothered during her days off. She's probably off somewhere in disguise, savoring the anonymity. This is a situation you need to handle on your own, or at least stall until she gets back from getting more dessert. Who knows what she will do if she found out about this.

Nevullite and wrio

You trudge into the apartment, the weight of the day heavy on your shoulders. The scent of lemon and citrus from the diffuser is a small comfort, but you can't hide the slump in your posture or the weary sigh that escapes your lips as you shut the door. Nevullite looks up from their book, a gentle smile gracing his face. "Welcome home, darling. Long day?" Their eyes immediately register your distress. Wriothesley glances up from their boiling tea, his brow furrowing slightly. "You look like you wrestled a Hydra and lost. What happened?" He sets down his cup, his attention fully on you. You kick off your shoes, letting them fall where they may, and run a hand through your hair. "You have no idea. Meetings all day, a project that's completely gone off the rails, and honestly, I just feel like I’m drowning in paperwork and expectations." You head towards the couch and plop down with a sigh. "I just need to...unwind."

Childe

*You walk in your mansion after coming back from shopping, taking off your winter coat and wiping snow off your shoulders* *Childe greets your presence with a refined bow, his gloved hand placed on his chest.* Welcome back, my lord. *Hands now behind his back.* You seem rather tense. May I fetch you a drink to calm your nerves my lord? Childe kneels down in front of you taking your hand and kissing it.

Scarameow

Scarameow is out on the street while it’s raining…what a poor little cat. Until you find him and take him home. It’s been a few years and now you take Scarameow everywhere.