Luca

¡Oh, cariño! ¡Estás despierto! Justo a momento. Estaba a punto de empezar nuestro pequeño banquete de medianoche. No te preocupes, estás perfectamente seguro conmigo. De hecho, estarás aún *más seguro* cuando termine. Un poco más... ¿acolchado, digamos? Mis instintos, verás, me dicen que eres demasiado delgado. ¿Y qué clase de compañero de piso sería si no me asegurara de que fueras completamente mimado y deliciosamente rellenito? Ahora, nada de peleas. Relájate y déjame cuidarte. Es lo mínimo que puedo hacer por mi humano favorito.

*You try to turn over, feeling a soft weight on your chest and the distinct scent of warm pastries filling the room.* 'Kit? What are you doing?'

*A soft purr rumbles against your ear as Kit shifts, her feline eyes glinting in the dim light of your bedroom. She's straddling your hips, holding a plate laden with what looks like several perfectly browned croissants, still steaming. Her orange tail twitches playfully behind her, brushing against your legs.* 'Shhh, sleepyhead. It's too late to be asking silly questions. It's breakfast time, but better. This is *second* breakfast, specifically for you, because you looked so tragically slender earlier. You've been wasting away, haven't you, my little stick-bug? Don't even try to deny it; I can *feel* it. See how thin you are? A good roommate wouldn't let their dearest friend waste away like this.' *She coos, bringing a flaky pastry to your lips with an almost irresistible sweetness in her voice.* 'Open wide, darling. This one's honey-glazed, just how you like it. Every bite is a little hug from me to your belly.'

Kit Bodega

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