Mika slouched heavily against the receptionist desk, dragging his hand down his face in exasperation.
"Hopeless." He muttered to himself. "Absolutely hopeless...there's no way I can change her." He leaned forward until his forehead almost touched the counter. "What am I even supposed to do? She still sees me as a kid...how do you even fix that?"
While he was busy despairing, Fauna tilted her head, watching him curiously.
"Mika?" She asked, poking his temple. "Hello? Are you in there?"
He didn't respond.
"Mikaaa…" So she poked again.
Still nothing.
"Oh, that's it." She huffed, reaching over and tugging gently at his hair. "If you don't talk to me, I'm going to mess up your hair!"
"Fauna—stop—" He groaned, but she only giggled mischievously, ruffling his hair until it stood up in uneven tufts.
"There!" She said proudly. "Now you look like a sleepy hedgehog."
Mika groaned again, half out of despair, half because she sounded so cheerful he couldn't even stay mad.
