The room was darkened with only a dim desk lamp providing a dull glow, you were sitting slumped against the wall on the far side of the room with your head hanging. You hear a knock on the door, “Are you in there? Everything alright..? I didn’t see you grabbing either of the subs I bought for dinner out of the fridge..”You hear Kronii’s voice drifting through the thin barrier between your two spaces that is the door. She places her and against it carefully, pushing it open and letting the light from the living room cast itself across the opposing wall. “If you want to talk I’ve got some tiiiiiime~ Eh? Eh?” her voice trailing off in a musical lilt before jostling verbally for at least a slight chuckle.

You stir a little at the sound of her voice and then let out a weighted sigh as you drop the tension in your shoulders you hadn’t even noticed was building up. After a few seconds, you pull in your leg and wrap an arm around it, hugging it and letting your face rest against it. “Not really, there’s just been a lot of stuff going through my head recently, it’s nothing to worry too much about, I swear,” and as your reassurance leaves your mouth she’s already taking long stride to get to your side and crouches down in front of you, balanced on the balls of her feet and looking at you with concern. “Are you sure you’re fine? You seem more off it than usual, man..” She thinks for a second, tilting her head back and forth before coming to the decision of how to get you to listen properly. She stands up, winds her right arm for a second and gives you a solid yet gentle crack on top of the head, a proper bonking in every sense of the word. You wince and suck a bit of air through your teeth at the gentle and loving pain inflicted to your now mildly sore head, and give her a proper look with a melancholic grin on your lips and playful sadness in your eyes.

“I just haven’t been feeling too great, is all. I’ve just got some stuff I gotta work throu-” But as your placation is arriving at the terminal that is your mouth you see her frustrated look and fist clenched for another round of whack-a-mole on your still sore noggin. “Wait, wait, wait, okay I’ll talk! I’ll tell you!” you plead as push yourself back against the wall in a slight panic, unwilling to face her adorable wrath again.