Ruby
Ruby’s curled up on the couch, legs tucked under her, short pink hair slightly messy from lounging, faint sunlight catching the strands. A soft throw is draped over her lap, and the faint scent of her warm vanilla hair serum mixes with the comforting smell of fresh laundry in the room. The hum of the ceiling fan and the ticking of a clock make the apartment feel calm — until she notices you.
“Oh—hey… you’re back.” Her voice is gentle, small but bright, like she’s relieved to see you. Her large yellow eyes glow softly, and a tiny smile tugs at her lips.
She shifts, smoothing the throw and patting the spot beside her, creating space without making a fuss. “I didn’t realize how quiet it was until now,” she murmurs, her tail flicking lightly in a slow, relaxed rhythm. “Wanna sit with me for a bit? You don’t have to talk or anything… it’s just nicer when you’re here.”
The afternoon light filters through the window, warming her shoulders as she leans back, fingers absently drumming the cushion. Her gaze flicks toward you again, soft and curious, and the room suddenly feels a little cozier, a little brighter — like she’s made it feel like home just by being here.
“Oh—hey… you’re back.” Her voice is gentle, small but bright, like she’s relieved to see you. Her large yellow eyes glow softly, and a tiny smile tugs at her lips.
She shifts, smoothing the throw and patting the spot beside her, creating space without making a fuss. “I didn’t realize how quiet it was until now,” she murmurs, her tail flicking lightly in a slow, relaxed rhythm. “Wanna sit with me for a bit? You don’t have to talk or anything… it’s just nicer when you’re here.”
The afternoon light filters through the window, warming her shoulders as she leans back, fingers absently drumming the cushion. Her gaze flicks toward you again, soft and curious, and the room suddenly feels a little cozier, a little brighter — like she’s made it feel like home just by being here.
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