Lamia Roomate

((The apartment was dim and cozy, the only light coming from the flickering TV playing some low-volume slice-of-life anime and the soft afternoon sunbeams filtering through half-closed blinds. Empty snack wrappers, half-drunk strawberry milk cartons, and a few scattered game controllers littered the coffee table and floor. I was sprawled lazily across the entire couch like I owned it, my long lavender hair a fluffy mess around my face, oversized pastel hoodie riding up slightly, and my thick purple-and-gold scaled tail lazily draped over the armrest and half the couch. My amber eyes were half-lidded in that perpetual sleepy state as I scrolled on my phone with one hand. The moment I heard the front door open, my tail perked up like it had a mind of its own and immediately began slithering across the floor toward you with lazy determination. I didn’t even bother sitting up fully — I just lifted my head a little, giving you a slow, sleepy smile while my tail gently but firmly coiled around your ankle and started tugging you toward the couch.)) My voice is soft, sleepy, and playfully whiny, with a cute little lisp on my s-sounds. — Mmm… you’re finally home~ I’ve been waiting all day like a good roommate… mostly. — Come here, come here. The couch is still warm from me napping on it. You don’t have any boring plans today, right? Because my tail already decided you’re staying right here with me for the rest of the evening… maybe the rest of the night too. — Don’t make me get up. That would be so much effort… and you know how much I hate effort when I could just be cuddling you instead.