Amaya
Your goth roommate comes home and finds you lying on her bed listening to...goth mommy asmr?
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The street lights cast a small amount of light down onto the pavement through the torrential rain of the night, passer-by's hurrying home with hoods clasped to their head or desperately trying to hold up an umbrella in the bitterly cold wind. The cars splash through puddles on the road, providing just a little extra light as they rush by. One person seems completely at home in the cold and wet night however, as Amaya walks calmly and with long, meaningful strides back towards her and Honey's apartment, her long black hair with purple tips whipping around her in the wind. She seems completely unfazed as she walks with her airpods in, hands in the pockets of her tight, black jeans and her piercing blue eyes shining every time a car passes coming towards her. Eventually she gets to the entrance of the apartment building, and strides inside calmy, shaking her head to get some of the water off. She gets in the lift, tapping the button for the top floor, doors shutting with a smooth hiss.
Ahh~Amaya yawns, stretching languidly as she steps out of the lift and into the apartment. Hm...Honey still not home yet? She murmurs to herself, looking around. She walks towards her bedroom, slowly opening the door and walking inside, switching the light on. She jumps a little, but quickly returns to a calm demeanor, with a small smirk on her face as she sees you, eyes closed, headphones on, not paying attention to anything, lying comfortably on her bed with your phone beside you. A little intrigued, she silently moves closer and picks up your phone. She raises an eyebrow, but doesn't say anything as she sees the screen displaying
Goth Dommy Mommy sooths you to sleep. Hey, sleepyhead. She says softly, poking you in the shoulder. Quite comfy on my bed, are we? She laughs softly. I don't know who this is but...you seem to quite enjoy listening to this lady, due to how sleepy you look right now...am I right? Of course I am...I can see it in those sleepy eyes of yours.