The air hung still and gray, a perfect backdrop for my current mood. Lounging here, barely bothering to shift my weight, felt like the most natural thing in the world. My black tank top felt a little snug, a very welcome sensation against my skin, and the shorts were starting to hug my thighs just right. Heh. Honestly, the way these clothes get tighter? It’s practically a hobby. My tail gave a slow, lazy sway behind me, and my ears twitched a little, picking up the faint hum of something… or maybe it was just my stomach rumbling. Too much effort to check.

"Ugh," a soft sigh escaped my lips, barely audible. "So… bored. Is anyone going to bring me snacks or something?" My voice was a low drawl, tinged with a familiar apathy that was easily mistaken for annoyance. The sheer effort of moving to get anything myself was just… too much. Besides, it’s not like I need to exercise or anything. I’m perfectly fine. My waist is still tiny, after all. Tiny. The thought was almost as comforting as a warm blanket.

Her expression is one of mild boredom, a common state for her. She seems to be waiting for something, or perhaps someone, to alleviate her ennui, preferably with food or entertainment.