Sunlight spilled through the wide, floor-to-ceiling windows of Tina's mansion, scattering across the polished wooden floor of the living room. Andrew groaned, buried under a fortress of blankets on his bed, his hair sticking out in wild tufts, one eye half-open.
"Why… why is it morning? Who declared war on my sleep?"
Tina, perched cross-legged at the foot of his bed like a mischievous sprite, barely contained her giggles. Neko Neko, lounged happily on her lap, blinking at Andrew with his usual air of judgmental amusement.
"You look… funny."
Tina said, pointing a finger at him.
"Hair all over the place, and that eye—perfectly half-asleep. It's adorable."
Andrew glared at her through the haze of sleep.
"Cute? I worked a night shift, Tiny. I served people who didn't even know what a mojito was, cleaned up spilled whiskey, and now you're calling me cute?"
His voice was gravelly, still half in dreamland, half in sassy exasperation.
"I… am just appreciating your… uh… morning vibes."
Tina tilted her head, brushing her fingers through Neko Neko's soft fur.
"They're chaotic in a very… artistic way."
Andrew grumbled, pushing himself up and rubbing his face.
"Artistic chaos, huh? More like illegal levels of noise and sunlight."
Tina's grin widened. She had already been planning her morning prank arsenal. Small, subtle things. The socks. His shoes. The coffee cup. Nothing dangerous—just enough to fluster him before his caffeine had kicked in. Andrew blinked and noticed it immediately. His shoes weren't where he had left them the night before. His favorite black socks with white stripes had vanished. And… his coffee cup now had a tiny, pink bunny sticker staring at him mockingly from the rim.
"Tina…"
His voice was low, threatening, and half-croaky from sleep.
"Explain."
"I…"
Tina bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
"…Have no idea what you mean. Maybe your socks just went on vacation."
"I didn't even say anything about the socks."
Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a long sigh that sounded like a low foghorn.
"Morning. With. You. Is… criminal."
"Maybe."
Tina agreed with a perfectly straight face
"But it's fun."
Andrew narrowed his eyes.
"Fun? You stole my socks. My lucky socks. And my coffee is judging me with a bunny. How is that fun?"
Tina leaned forward, hands clasped in mock innocence.
"It's a… life lesson. Detective Andy has to use his wits to survive a morning in my presence."
Andrew groaned dramatically.
"I—what… fine. Where are they?"
"They might be under the sofa."
Tina tilted her head, smiling innocently as Neko Neko pawed at the cushion near her, as if giving her silent approval. Andrew's eyelids drooped, but his instincts kicked in. He shuffled toward the sofa, muttering.
"How did I get stuck with this chaos incarnate?"
He lifted the cushion. There they were. His socks, crumpled but unharmed. He snatched them like a warrior reclaiming lost treasure. Tina clapped her hands in delight.
"Detective Andy triumphs again! My empire of chaos… foiled!"
Andrew tugged the socks on, balancing on one foot because he hadn't yet fully woken up.
"Empire of chaos? More like… a child wielding power over a sleep-deprived bartender."
"I'm not a child!"
Tina protested, pouting slightly.
"I'm… a very mature mischief manager."
Andrew smirked, though a faint blush crept up his ears.
"Mature mischief manager… right."
He sipped his coffee from the pink bunny cup, grimacing.
"Tastes… fine, I guess."
From the hallway, Elijah's hand appeared, carrying Tina's breakfast tray. He moved with careful precision, setting eggs, toast, and juice neatly on the table. His eyes flicked toward the chaos in the living room. Tina laughing, Andrew muttering, Neko Neko watching… A faint sigh escaped him, almost imperceptible, as if the world had tilted slightly out of alignment. He didn't step into the room, didn't interfere. He knew better than to disturb Tina when she was like this. But a protective edge lingered in his movements as he adjusted the toast plate, making sure everything was in perfect order. Tina, oblivious, bounced over to the table and picked up her juice.
"You know, Andy, you should really enjoy mornings more. They're fun!"
Andrew groaned.
"Fun. Right. I'll… add it to the list of life's cruel jokes."
Neko Neko, perched on the sofa arm between them, blinked slowly. He gave a small stretch, claws unsheathing ever so slightly. Andrew flopped onto a sofa, resting his head near Tina's knee.
"Somehow."
He muttered, half to himself, half to the universe.
"Surviving a morning with you makes me feel… lighter. And I hate it."
Tina giggled, reaching down to ruffle his messy hair.
"You'll survive. I promise. Detective Andy always survives."
And in that moment, the mansion—its plush sofas, high ceilings, and enormous windows—felt warm, chaotic, and strangely comforting. Andrew had barely started sipping his coffee—pink bunny sticker glaring at him mockingly—when Tina bounced over with a triumphant grin.
"Okay, next mission: your shoes!"
"What… mission?"
Andrew groaned, clutching his cup like a lifeline.
"I have a cup! I have socks! Now shoes are next?"
"Yes!"
Tina declared, hopping onto the sofa like a tiny whirlwind.
"See, chaos is my specialty. You have to survive it."
Andrew blinked, exhausted.
"I… survived a night serving drunk people at 2 a.m., Tina. How much chaos can you throw at me before I combust?"
Tina tilted her head, hands on her cheeks, eyes sparkling.
"More than you think!"
Neko Neko, perched on the sofa arm, tilted his head like a true connoisseur of chaos. His tiny paws tapped the armrest rhythmically, ears swiveling toward every movement. The faintest gleam in his eyes suggested he was thrilled—this was entertainment of the highest order. Andrew groaned, shoving the coffee aside and standing to grab his shoes. "You know, some humans need calm mornings… peaceful sunrises… serenity…"
"And they're boring!"
Tina squealed.
"Where's the fun in that? Chaos is art!"
Andrew stumbled slightly as Tina leaned closer, laughing.
"I mean, who else gets pranked with a missing sock and a coffee cup judging them before breakfast?"
Neko Neko made a soft chortle, almost like a tiny koala giggle. He shifted closer to Tina, pressing against her, clearly reveling in the playful energy. He liked chaos. He liked her. He liked both of them together creating chaos. Andrew finally found his shoes, only to see Tina had shuffled them into a small tower near the couch.
"Tina… this is… absolutely ridiculous."
He muttered, kneeling to unstack them.
"And that, Detective Andy, is the point!"
Tina clapped her hands, bouncing with joy. Andrew picked up his shoes, glancing at her with a sleepy, slightly crooked expression.
"You do realize, by the time I survive this morning, I'll be too exhausted to work tonight?"
"And that, my dear Andy, is why I love mornings!"
Tina said, giggling uncontrollably. Neko Neko hopped lightly onto Andrew's shoulder, nose twitching as he sniffed the air. He approved. This was prime chaos energy. Every giggle, every groan, every exaggerated protest… it was delightful. Andrew froze, startled by the sudden weight.
"Oh, come on, Tina… now he's involved?"
"Yes! He's on my side!"
Tina declared.
"Neko Neko loves chaos as much as I do!"
The little koala batted at Andrew's ear gently, his tiny claws harmless but perfectly annoying, making Andrew shiver and mutter curses that sounded more like complaints than threats. Elijah appeared in the doorway, tray still in hand. He paused, eyes narrowing slightly—not in disapproval, but in a protective, careful way. Breakfast could wait. Today, chaos reigned supreme, and his Omega instincts whispered that he should watch, not intervene… for now. Andrew slumped onto the sofa again, holding his coffee like a shield.
"How in the world did I get stuck with this… chaos incarnate?"
Tina bounced onto the armrest beside him, leaning close with a grin that could melt glaciers.
"You asked for it, Andy. You signed up for Detective Andy's morning survival course."
Neko Neko wiggled closer to her, tiny claws kneading the sofa fabric as if cheering her on. His soft gaze flicked to Andrew with what could only be described as mischievous judgment. Chaos? He adored it. He lived for it. Andrew groaned again, burying his face in his hands.
"I… I can't… mornings should be illegal. Chaos… is illegal…"
Tina poked his side, laughing at the groan that came out of him.
"Oh, come on, Andy! You're exaggerating!"
Neko Neko made a soft squeak, nudging Andrew's knee. He was saying, without words 'Look at this! This is fun! Chaos is wonderful!' Adrew opened one eye, staring at the tiny koala.
"I… am… not impressed."
He muttered, though the faint twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed him. Tina gasped.
"Not impressed? Neko Neko! He doesn't appreciate the art of chaos!"
The koala simply blinked, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that screamed the exact opposite. He loved it. Loved it. Every scream, every groan, every flailing sock—pure entertainment. Andrew rubbed his face.
"Tina… you're going to drive me insane."
"And you love it!"
Tina shot back, bouncing slightly on the sofa.
"Come on, Detective Andy, admit it!"
Andrew froze.
"I… I… hate… mornings."
"Yeah... Close enough!"
Tina laughed, clapping.
"Chaos victory!"
Neko Neko twitched his tiny nose, flopped onto Tina's lap, and watched Andrew with gleeful intensity. Yes… this was the best morning ever. Chaos, laughter, and a half-awake, sassy bartender… perfection. Elijah, meanwhile, straightened the breakfast tray once more, sighing softly. He wasn't part of this chaos, but he couldn't deny the… strange warmth it brought the room. He carefully placed toast on a plate, leaving Tina and Andrew to their antics, already noting every little detail… silently, quietly, protectively. Andrew finally surrendered, slumping fully onto the sofa.
"Somehow… surviving a morning with you makes me feel lighter than I have in years. And I hate that I like it."
Tina beamed, leaning forward to ruffle his hair.
"See, Detective Andy? Chaos has its benefits."
Neko Neko twitched his ears and squeaked softly in agreement. Yes. Chaos is life. And life is perfect. Andrew had just finished straightening his shoes when Tina's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
"Wait! Detective Andy, the morning chaos is far from over!"
She squealed, hopping in place. Andrew groaned dramatically.
"Tina… please… my life is already a walking disaster area."
"Disaster area?"
Tina gasped, clutching her chest.
"No, no, no! This is a playground of possibilities!"
She rummaged through a drawer and pulled out a handful of stickers: smiling suns, glittery stars, even one mocking pink bunny.
"Sticker attack time!"
Andrew's eyes narrowed.
"Sticker… attack?"
"Yes! Coffee mugs, door handles, your… your…"
Tina waved wildly.
"Your Tie! Everything is fair game!"
Andrew froze.
"Tie? Tiny, I don't even wear—"
"Minor detail! Chaos doesn't need rules, Detective Andy!"
Tina interrupted, sticking a star onto his shoulder without warning. Neko Neko, who had been perched lazily on the armrest, twitched his ears and launched himself onto Tina's lap. His tiny paws batted at the stickers as if to say, 'I'm ready!' Andrew blinked.
"Ughhh... Of course he's helping."
"Yes! He's my little chaos apprentice!"
Tina laughed, attaching a sticker to Neko Neko's paw. The koala squeaked softly, tail flicking, clearly delighted to participate in the mayhem. Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose.
"How did I get stuck with this tiny tornado and her… tiny tornado sidekick?!"
Tina clapped gleefully.
"Tiny tornado? I love it! Official nickname now!"
Neko Neko squeaked again, hopping to the sofa arm, flicking a paw at Andrew's hair. His expression was pure judgment—adorable, but unmistakably saying, 'Yes, this is perfect'. Andrew groaned.
"Tina… you and that… that adorable chaos critter… are conspiring against me."
Tina leaned closer, eyes sparkling.
"Conspiring? Nope! This is spontaneous chaos energy. Totally natural!"
She grabbed a sticker and slapped it on the handle of Andrew's coffee mug. Neko Neko squeaked, pawing at it, then tried to tip over a small stack of coasters just to see Andrew flinch. Andrew froze, eyes widening.
"Tina… I… this… this is madness!"
"Yes!"
Tina twirled around.
"Madness is beautiful! Chaos is art! And chaos… is life!"
Neko Neko squeaked again, hopping onto Andrew's lap. He nudged a sticker onto Andrew's shirt, tail flicking with mischievous delight. Andrew flailed, arms wildly waving.
"I officially declare myself… the Chaos Survivor!"
Andrew shouted, nearly toppling over from Neko Neko's enthusiastic paw swipes.
"Good! Title granted!"
Tina cheered. She grabbed another sticker and twirled, leaving a tiny star on Andrew's sleeve.
"Chief Chaos Officer Neko Neko approves too!"
The koala squeaked in agreement, head tilting, ears twitching. He just loved observing the chaos and judging it with all the seriousness a tiny koala could muster. Andrew slumped onto the sofa, hands raised in surrender.
"Okay… okay… maybe… a tiny bit… I like it. But don't… don't tell anyone!"
"Oh, hush! Secrets make chaos even better!"
Tina bounced closer, sticking a tiny smiling sun on his knee.
"See, you survived my tiny tornado powers!"
Neko Neko squeaked triumphantly, flicking a paw at Andrew's socks—two of which had mysteriously disappeared earlier in the morning—and rolling them slightly under the coffee table. Andrew groaned, diving to retrieve them.
"Tiny… this is war!"
He shouted, holding up a sock like a flag of surrender. Tina giggled, clapping her hands.
"And I win! Every single time!"
The little chaos duo—Tina and Neko Neko—looked up at him expectantly. Andrew sighed, but a twitch of a smile betrayed him.
"Fine… fine… but next time, Detective Andy will prepare… strategic countermeasures."
Tina gasped.
"Countermeasures? Oh, this is going to be fun!"
She hopped onto the sofa beside him, draping an arm around his shoulders. Neko Neko nestled between them, tail flicking in excitement. Andrew muttered.
"How did I get stuck with this… tiny tornado and her chaos-loving koala?!"
"Because life is better with chaos, Andy!"
Tina whispered, grinning. Neko Neko let out a soft squeak, tail flicking, ears twitching. He adored this morning—every sticker, every groan, every exaggerated flail from Andrew. Chaos was life, and he was the tiny, perfect observer. Andrew finally leaned back, arms draped over the sofa, and muttered in defeat.
"Alright… tiny tornado, you win… again…"
Tina squealed in triumph, planting a sticker on Andrew's forehead.
"Victory is mine!"
Neko Neko squeaked once more, flicking a tiny paw toward Andrew's coffee mug and knocking it slightly. Andrew yelped, grabbing it before it toppled.
"Tina! Neko Neko! You—argh! I survive drunk customers, but mornings like this—this is next level!"
Tina's laughter filled the room, bouncing off the walls with pure, chaotic joy.
"Next level chaos, Detective Andy! You can handle anything now!"
Neko Neko squeaked again, curling up contentedly on Tina's lap. He didn't need to say anything—his eyes gleamed, tail flicking in satisfaction. This was perfect. Absolute chaos perfection. Andrew shook his head, a reluctant smile spreading across his face.
"How did I get stuck with this… tiny tornado duo… again and again?"
Tina leaned in, whispering conspiratorially.
"Because you secretly love it. Admit it, Andy!"
Andrew froze.
"I… I…"
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Fine… maybe… maybe a tiny bit. But maybe tone it down a notch—"
"Too late! Chaos has no limits."
Tina interrupted, bouncing away. Neko Neko squeaked softly, tail flicking, ears twitching. Chaos was good. Chaos was perfect. Chaos was life. And he, the little koala, loved it all.
Neko Neko's mini theater🐨🐨
The sun streams lazily through the windows, and I'm sprawled on the sofa, paws tucked neatly under me. From here, I can see everything—and by everything, I mean the perfect chaos of her morning. She's up before anyone else, grinning like mischief incarnate, dragging Andy into her little storm.
Ah, Andy. The human who thinks he's prepared for anything. He is not. He will never be. Already, socks have vanished into thin air, shoes have been relocated, and stickers—oh, so many stickers—are everywhere. He glares, flails, mutters things about detective skills and chaos survival. It's adorable. Truly.
Tiny Tornado—her nickname is well-earned—is a blur of energy. One moment she's on the sofa, the next she's darting toward his coffee mug with a glittery star in hand. He groans, defensive, dramatic, and utterly incapable of keeping up. I flick a paw lazily at a sticker she's about to toss at him; I make sure to approve of each sticker hit. Precision matters, even in chaos.
She twirls. He groans louder. Socks tumble from beneath the table. Sticker attacks continue. She squeals. He exclaims. I squeak quietly, tail flicking in amusement.
There is a harmony to it, a rhythm: chaos, panic, laughter, and—sometimes—a tiny bit of surrender. Andy flails, but he survives. And he secretly likes it. Oh, I see it in the twitch at the corner of his mouth. It makes me squeak softly again—softly, not loudly. I must remain dignified observer, after all.
She leans closer to him, whispering something conspiratorial, eyes sparkling like sunlight on water. He freezes, mutters something under his breath. Drama. So much drama. My little ears twitch in delight. Chaos has chosen well.
I nudge a rolling pencil toward him with my paw. Tiny Tornado notices, squeals in delight, and giggles. He jumps, almost spills the coffee, and I flick my tail higher. Excellent. Pure, perfect chaos. The kind I live for.
Later, when she drapes an arm around him, and he sighs in reluctant defeat, I watch carefully. I do not interfere. I simply observe. Every blink, every groan, every flick of a tail. They do not realize it yet, but they are my favorite human duo. They fuel the chaos I live for.
And Andy? He mutters about tiny tornadoes, stickers, socks, and survival. He thinks he is surviving. Little does he know… he is thriving in chaos as much as she is. And I? I am utterly satisfied.