[Syari]

Syari patted the cat-like male happily - nothing like a cat to cheer up her foul-morning moods. She ran a hand through her hair, a habit of hers, and yawned again.

She dipped another finger into the chocolate again, giving up completely on the fruit beside it in favour for the unhealthy yet better tasting half of her morning concoction. She licked the chocolate off and leant back in her chair, hugging the bowl in the masses of her big tshirt.