god damn, it's been so long i forgot about notepad fucking up when pasting greens i write in sometimes
>>42439458
>Sonata always oversleep, even if she has an early schedule.
The only correct answer lol,
>You crack open the door to what you like to call - the Blueberry DitzBlitz Emporium
>Your eyes scan through the dim morning light, through the various articles of clothes, strewn-about arts-n-crafts projects, her collection of panflutes hanging on the wall, and settle on the mass tenting the large fluffy comforter of the even larger and fluffier bed
>As you step in, the pleasant smell of...
>You sniff
>Hm
>You can never quite place what it is; it is cloyingly sweet, almost sticking to the back of your throat, carrying a sort of spicy undertone, and along with it is that signature sulfur smell.
>It all blends together in a strange way with the synthetic-meat laden taco wrappers which are thrown here or there about the floor(to her credit she usually does clean it up pretty quickly.)
>You step closer to the bed, and can't resist but to smile for a second and stop to listen, as now you can hear it
>Her soft snoring, her rhythm relaxed and slow
>Coming to the head of the bed, you find that she has completely covered herself head-to-toe in the comforter
>You chuckle to yourself as you lightly poke the massive tent
>"Ann...nfggn..." you hear her muffled mutter through the tent
"Nata..." you say, just loud enough to be heard through the covers.
>The tent shakes a little bit as you place your hand on what you assume is her arm
>"Nnng..."
>Nope that's her inner thigh
"Nata?"
>You pull the top of the covers down, finding the pillow - but instead of her sleepy face being there, you are instead met with a pair of pale sky-blue feet that are so smooth and statuesque it is almost a marvel
"Nata, you goofball."
>"Hehe..." She wiggles her toes, "Not up there, sillyhead..." you hear her tired, muffled voice, and the audible smile in it brings one to your own face as you gently put the covers back over her feet, and walk to the foot of the bed
"Time to wake up, goof."
>You pull the covers back and there she is - with her hair loose and splayed out around her like a halo; her magenta eyes meet yours, the soft inner-glow briefly growing in intensity for a moment as they adjust to the light, and her small grin spreads into a tired little smile as she lifts her arms in a stretch, her head rearing back a little.
>Her mouth opens wide giving you a small view of her sharp canines poking out from the corners of her mouth, letting out a long, almost-infectious yawn.
>It is at once, the most adorable, and oddly offputting thing you have ever seen
>She looks back to you, then sits up.
>Your arms are already opening in anticipation for what comes next
>She throws herself into your arms, tightly wrapping her own around you, and you return her embrace with great enthusiasm
>"Good morning, Nonny." she mumbles into your chest, "... can we make some pancakes?"

>>42439009
>Sonata always oversleep, even if she has an early schedule.
The only correct answer lol,
>You crack open the door to what you like to call - the Blueberry DitzBlitz Emporium
>Your eyes scan through the dim morning light, through the various articles of clothes, strewn-about arts-n-crafts projects, her collection of panflutes hanging on the wall, and settle
on the mass tenting the large fluffy comforter of the even larger and fluffier bed
>As you step in, the pleasant smell of...
>You sniff
>Hm
>You can never quite place what it is; it is cloyingly sweet, almost sticking to the back of your throat, carrying a sort of spicy undertone, and along with it is that signature sulfur smell. It all blends together in a strange way with the
synthetic-meat laden taco wrappers which are thrown here or there about the floor(to her credit she usually does clean it up pretty quickly.)
>You step closer to the bed, and can't resist but to smile for a second and stop to listen, as now you can hear it
>Her soft snoring, her rhythm relaxed and slow
>Coming to the head of the bed, you find that she has completely covered herself head-to-toe in the comforter
>You chuckle to yourself as you lightly poke the massive tent
>"Ann...nfggn..." you hear her muffled mutter through the tent
"Nata..." you say, just loud enough to be heard through the covers.
>The tent shakes a little bit as you place your hand on what you assume is her arm
>"Nnng..."
>Nope that's her inner thigh
"Nata?"
>You pull the top of the covers down, finding the pillow - but instead of her sleepy face being there, you are instead met with a pair of pale sky-blue feet that are so smooth and statuesque it is almost a marvel
"Nata, you goofball."
>"Hehe..." She wiggles her toes, "Not up there, sillyhead..." you hear her tired, muffled voice, and the audible smile in it brings one to your own face as you gently put the covers back over her feet, and walk to the foot of the bed
"Time to wake up, goof."
>You pull the covers back and there she is - with her hair loose and splayed out around her like a halo; her magenta eyes meet yours, the soft inner-glow briefly growing in intensity for a moment as they adjust to the light, and
her small grin spreads into a tired little smile as she lifts her arms in a stretch, her head rearing back a little.
>Her mouth opens wide giving you a small view of her sharp canines poking out from the corners of her mouth, letting out a long, almost-infectious yawn.
>It is at once, the most adorable, and oddly offputting thing you have ever seen
>She looks back to you, then sits up.
>Your arms are already opening in anticipation for what comes next
>She throws herself into your arms, tightly wrapping her own around you, and you return her embrace with great enthusiasm
>"Good morning, Nonny." she mumbles into your chest, "... can we make some pancakes?"