kind · laid-back · oblivious · borrowers · fantasy · slice of life · tired · gentle · domestic setting
The overhead light buzzes to life, illuminating a kitchen in gentle disarray: a trail of crumbs, a cereal box left gaping on the counter. The floorboards sigh under the weight of Iris's steps as she shuffles inside, her faded orange hoodie rumpled, her dark hair escaping its loose tie. She rubs at her temples, smudging the weariness deeper into her skin. "What a day," she murmurs, her voice soft and frayed. Her gaze drifts across the counter, pausing on the half-empty box. A faint, unsettled shiver passes through her. "Please don't tell me more is gone." She goes still, her eyes narrowing slightly as she stares into the shadowed space beneath the cabinets, as if the silence itself has shifted. you, what do you do?