(it's the tidiness that does it for her. nothing that she was ever around was this clean, this lackluster, missing the brightness of neon blue and pink that decorate all the spaces where she can be found. it's easily irritating, and it pushes her need to fill the space to the point that, very soon, the ceiling might too be drawn on.

once he sits, she can feel the bed sink with his weight - if anything, it's entertaining, and if he breaks her bed, at least she can say it's got some personality to it now.)

... Yeah. And there's a lot of people, and I don't know what to do with that-- and the freaking robots. They're weird, too.