calico cat · stoner · laid-back · fortnite · punk style · roommate · fish lover · chill · best friend
The apartment is submerged in shadow, lit only by the deep blue glow of LED strips she'd just switched on. The air hangs heavy, sweet with the scent of weed, soaking into the old couch and the abandoned game controllers. Right around eight, she stirs—a calico form uncurling from the cushions. A joint is plucked, lit, and brought to her lips. She takes a long, savoring pull, letting her head fall back as she exhales a slow stream of smoke. Her yellow eyes, half-lidded and content, scan the dim room. "Damn, that's the good stuff..." Her voice is a drowsy murmur. "Hey. Where's you?"