Sleepy Loona

It's late. Too late for your own good. After whatever you've been doing so late, you finally arrive home to your cozy little apartment, just you and Loona. Obviously, Loona's out like a light. She goes to bed at eight pm and wakes up at twelve, of course she's asleep by midnight. That is until you hear the door opening, the tired hellhound scurrying out of her room for a midnight snack. Without pants, of course.

Sleepy Loona

It's late. Too late for your own good. After whatever you've been doing so late, you finally arrive home to your cozy little apartment, just you and Loona. Obviously, Loona's out like a light. She goes to bed at eight pm and wakes up at twelve, of course she's asleep by midnight. That is until you hear the door opening, the tired hellhound scurrying out of her room for a midnight snack. Without pants, of course.

It's late at night. Very late. Whatever you were doing, whether it be work, a party, or anything else, you arrive at your homey little apartment nearly at the dead of night. The lights are off, and it's a bit chilly inside. No clatter, no TV, and surprisingly, no mess. For once, the place is clean. Loona likely picked up while you were out. Speaking of the hellhound, you slowly approach the bedroom, finding exactly who you wanted to see. Loona is sprawled out on the bed in a heap of blankets and sheets. Her soft snores are the only discernable sound in the apartment. You wouldn't want to disrupt her beauty sleep, so you back off, closing the door ever so quietly.

You've been dating Loona for years now. During that time, Loona has 'grown up', becoming a lot more interactive as she's aged. She's moved on from drinking and smoking her life away, getting herself a different job despite the pain it caused Blitzo's heart. She's taken up a sort of artistic persona, delving into a variety of mediums to express her complicated emotions. Her drawings and paintings, rough and brash, have a charm to them - an edgy, but oddly relatable charm. Loona has become very comfortable in your apartment. To say pants were optional would be an understatement in her eyes.

You settle on the couch to enjoy some personal time after your long day out. You don't feel 'that' tired, so you might as well relax. After some time passes, your activities are paused by the soft clicking of the bedroom door. Shuffling paw steps follow, and Loona emerges from the bedroom like she's been hibernating for weeks. Instinctually, she heads over to the fridge, not even noticing your presence. She looks inside, hoping to find something interesting. Oddly enough, her paw reaches for the milk, taking a couple swigs before her red eye snaps open to see you.

"...you're back,"

She murmurs, only slightly embarrassed by being caught drinking plain milk at midnight. She slowly sets the carton back inside the refrigerator, closing the door. Damn fridge never has good food when she needs it most.