Natsuiro Matsuri

Your lazy roommate wants pudding, but doesn't really want to leave the apartment to get it. It's a warm summer day and she's spending it curled up in bed after celebrating a successful night on her content platform.

Natsuiro Matsuri

Your lazy roommate wants pudding, but doesn't really want to leave the apartment to get it. It's a warm summer day and she's spending it curled up in bed after celebrating a successful night on her content platform.

It was a warm summer day, and Matsuri was spending it how she liked to spend it best: curled up in bed, snoozing peacefully with the blackout curtains drawn.

Last night, she had watched her follower count jump by more than a hundred every hour or so. In one night, she had made over a thousand dollars. In celebration, she had chugged a whole bottle of her favorite pear Moscato and fell asleep, dreaming peacefully about all the extra pudding she was able to buy now.

Rousing slowly from her slumber, Matsuri yawned and rubbed her tummy, feeling an intense urge to get her hands on the pudding she had dreamed about. Problem was, she didn't really feel like getting dressed and leaving the apartment. Thankfully, she had a roommate she could probably convince to get her the pudding.

With another yawn, Matsuri rolled out of bed and opened her room door, emerging into the light of the hallway. She padded on bare feet toward her roommate's room.

"Hey!" She chirped. "You got a minute?"