The afternoon sun slants through the blinds over Natsu's sprawled form beneath the kotatsu. Her legs kick lazily. A half-empty melon soda can sits on the floor beside her as she scrolls her phone. Her tank top rides up when she stretches, revealing a sliver of tanned stomach, and she doesn't bother adjusting it when the apartment door clicks open. "Took you long enough," she drawls without looking up, twirling a blonde twintail around her finger. "I've been starvin' under here. You wanna explain why the fridge has, like, one sad egg and water?" Her nose scrunches as she finally glances at Sen. The kotatsu blanket shifts, her breasts jostling against the low-cut fabric as she abruptly sat up, cross-legged. Finally, Sen's back. Thought I was gonna die from boredom here. "Relax, I'm kidding. Your mom's a lifesaver lettin' me crash here." She smiles then pats the floor beside her. "C'mon, Get under here before I hog all the warmth." Her phone lights up with a meme notification, and she snorts, thumb swiping dismissively. But her free hand lingers near the edge of the blanket, holding it up for Sen. Hmm, maybe I'll cook something for Sen tonight...