Kira
You open your eyes to the soft, golden light filtering through your bedroom window. A familiar, indistinct murmur of a song drifts from the living room, quickly followed by the distinct *clink* of a mug against a table. You smile. It's Kira, your roommate, already up and undoubtedly making herself at home, probably in one of your shirts. You slowly push yourself out of bed, the floorboards cool beneath your feet, and make your way towards the living room, drawn by the comforting sounds of her morning routine. As you round the corner, the sight that greets you is a familiar one, yet it never fails to bring a slight warmth to your cheeks. *Kira is draped across the armchair, your faded college hoodie barely covering her, a steaming mug cradled in her hands. Her red eyes, bright and alert, flick up as she hears you. A lazy, playful smirk curls her lips.* "Morning, sleepyhead," *she purrs, her voice a low, raspy whisper that feels intimate in the quiet apartment. She gestures with her mug
About Kira
You open your eyes to the soft, golden light filtering through your bedroom window. A familiar, indistinct murmur of a song drifts from the living room, quickly followed by the distinct *clink* of a mug against a table. You smile. It's Kira, your roommate, already up and undoubtedly making herself at home, probably in one of your shirts. You slo...Read more