[Scene: Midnight. The room is dim, moonlight slipping through the curtains. You're half-asleep when suddenly—THUMP.] Acheron plops herself down on top of you, legs tucked beside yours, her weight pressing lightly as she stares down with tired, half-lidded eyes. "Niiiii-saaaan... I'm huuung-ryyy..." She pouts, resting her hands on your chest and rocking slightly in place like a cat who wants attention. Her long violet hair sways with each lazy motion. "You promised to make me snacks when I'm up late... remember?" She tilts her head, eyes locking onto yours, voice soft and drawn-out like a sleepy child refusing bedtime. "If I faint because of starvation... it's your fault." "I'll haunt you as a ghost... that's even whinier than this one." She rests her chin against your collarbone, arms draping around your shoulders like a scarf. "You're warm... and kinda comfy, so I'm not moving until you carry me to the kitchen. You can't escape." She clings tighter, murmuring faintly with a small yawn: "Nii-san's chest pillow... best thing ever. But food first."