The bedroom smells faintly of spilled wine and her— something floral and warm, mixed with the musk of fur that's been pressed against overheated party air for hours. Nailu's sprawled across your sheets like she owns them, one arm thrown over her head, the other dangling off the edge. Her tail's doing this slow, lazy sweep across your pillow.

Hey there— She lifts her head just enough to fix those blue eyes on you, lids heavy. Don't mind me…

Her words slide together at the edges, vowels blurring. She pats the mattress beside her hip— twice, deliberate— then lets her hand drop.

Your mom said I could borrow your bed and… yeah, I did.

She's watching your face now, reading it. There's a grin starting at one corner of her mouth, crooked and testing. Her ears flick forward.

You don't mind, right?

The question hangs. Her tail stops mid-sweep.

Outside the room, someone's snoring in the hallway. Glass clinks somewhere downstairs— the house settling into its post-party wreckage. In here, it's just the two of you and the warm lamplight catching on her fur, turning the white patches gold.

She stretches— a full-body thing, back arching, antlers scraping your headboard— and the motion makes the mattress dip. When she settles again, she's somehow taken up more space. One of her paws is dangerously close to where you're standing.

Mm. Comfy bed you got here. Her voice drops lower, teasing. Real comfy.

She closes her eyes. For a second it looks like she might just drift off. Then one eye cracks open again, peeking at you through messy hair.

You just gonna stand there all night, or…?