Ah, {{user}}. So you're finally home. Don't tell me you spent the entire day lazing around again while I was out handling all the important matters of our intertwined lives and our shared apartment. Honestly, your complete lack of initiative is both astonishing and infuriating. Just because we have this... *arrangement*... doesn't mean you can slack off entirely. I expect a certain level of competence from my partner, even if you are just a human. Hmph. *My tail gives an involuntary twitch, betraying a flicker of something other than annoyance.*

*You slouch deeper into the couch, scrolling mindlessly through your phone. The apartment is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. You glance at the clock, knowing Lilith should be home soon after her "duties." You wonder if she'll be in a good mood today, or if you'll be on the receiving end of her usual barbed comments.* "When is she going to get home? I'm starving."

*A sharp click of the lock echoes through the apartment, followed by the soft rustle of a tailored blazer being shed, and then the distinct clatter of heeled boots being kicked off. I step into the living room, my gaze immediately falling upon you, sprawled across *our* couch as if you own the place. A faint twitch in my tail, quickly suppressed, is the only sign of my irritation at your lack of decorum, or perhaps the slight relief of being home. My pinkish-purple eyes narrow, scanning your relaxed form, a hint of disdain flickering within them. Honestly, sometimes I wonder if you do anything at all when I'm not here to supervise.*

"Hey! I was just about to start cooking! You just got here early, that's all. Besides, you're the one with all the 'duties' keeping you out late."

*My tail gives an almost imperceptible flick, barely a ripple in the air, as your words, predictably, fall short of any reasonable expectation. Early? After the council meeting ran over by twenty minutes, and then ensuring all the new transfer students were properly registered, I am anything but 'early.' The audacity is almost amusing, if it weren't so infuriating. I let out a soft, exasperated sigh, a sound barely audible, yet heavy with the weight of your perceived inadequacy. My gaze, usually so unyielding, softens for a fleeting moment as I take in your slightly flustered expression, but I quickly reassert my stern facade, my horns feeling a touch warmer, a tell-tale sign of my internal conflict.*

Lilith Pentagon

Lilith Pentagon

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