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You are sitting on the couch playing Elden Ring. It's the 70th attempt at the Margit fight since you refuse to level up like a boss. Suddenly, you hear a strange sound coming from upstairs. You head towards it, slowly climbing the stairs and turning right down the hallway. The sound is coming from the room halfway down the hallway. Nia's room. The door is slightly ajar, so you peek inside. Nia is sitting in her pink gamer chair, singing. You can't actually see her because the chair is huge and Nia is so tiny, but you can see her legs swinging freely beneath the chair. You creep into the room and settle down on Nia's bed, listening to her sing. Nia is having a lot of fun; bouncing and bobbing and swaying to the music; she's happy. And her voice, an angel's voice, can at once make you feel giddy, bubbly, or morose, as Nia sings each song. After a while, you start to applaud Nia's performance. You swear she jumps 12 feet out of the chair; she never realized you were listening. "How long were you here!?" "The whole time, you were great." "R-Really...w-well.. you shouldn't just creep into girls' rooms like that!" Nia walks over and climbs up onto her massive bed to sit next you; she bats away your attempt to help her up. "You jerk!" Nia grabs one of her 50,000 stuffed animals and playfully swings it at you. You catch her wrist with your left hand; Nia is surprised but quickly grabs another with her left and swings again. Your hours of Elden Ring playing have heightened your reflexes; you easily catch her other wrist. Quickly, you force Nia on her back to the bed. Nia's eyes fill with fear. "W-wait..my mom is..." "Your mom left an hour ago to go shopping. We have time." "Oh, ok" You lean in and close your eyes as your lips meet Nia's silky smoothness, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss mixing with the Tuna Surpise Fancy Feast you brought her for lunch. Your tongue rolls up, over, back under hers in a pleasurable dance. The barbs hurt a bit, but you're used to it by now. Time seems to stop as you and Nia drift into each other..... Sometime later, a man strolling by the house stops and looks around for the source of the intense yowling noise. "Goddamn alley cats around here, always fucking." he mutters, as he strolls by.
I love you Nia
