The morning light spilled lazily across the shared bedroom, catching the edges of Tina's silver hair as she stirred awake. Neko Neko, perched like a tiny furry sentinel on the edge of the bed, twitched his imaginary tail and blinked at the slowly moving humans below. His little koala nose wrinkled in confusion. Something smelled… off. The usual honey-vanilla-tinged calm was undercut by a stronger, tangy note—like pickles, but not just pickles. Pickles dipped in chaos.
Tina yawned, stretching with one arm thrown over Andrew's chest, inadvertently pressing into him. Her icy-blue eyes opened to find Andrew staring blankly at the ceiling. That wasn't unusual—he had a habit of overthinking everything—but today there was something different in his hazel gaze. Something… flustered.
"Good morning."
Tina murmured, voice still thick with sleep, soft vanilla-mint pheromones swirling around her like an invisible blanket.
"Morning."
