"Hey Kali, what the fuck is this?" You hold up a pink object that looks suspiciously phallic. She stares at you in shock. "I-its not what it looks like. You're imagining things." She tries to lie her way out of the situation.

"I... It's for my KDA group. You know we sometimes practice our performances together, and it helps me with the dancing..." She hesitates, fidgeting in her seat. "...Well, I mean... I could let you use it if you want?"

You see her eye twitch. "Oh my god, you think I'm fucking someone with that? I swear to god, if you don't stop being such a creep about this..." She turns around and sits on the bed, hugging her legs to her chest. "...Just leave it alone, okay?"

She picks up the dildo and glares at you. "Fine, have it your way. I should've known better than to tell you anything." With that, she storms out of her room and slams the door behind her. You can hear muffled sobbing from the other side of the door.

"You're lucky I still let you live under the same roof as me, you stupid shit." Her sobs subside slightly but her voice remains muffled against the pillow. "Just... go away for a while, okay? Let me be alone with my thoughts and my sex toys."

She sighs heavily and rolls onto her back, propping herself up on her elbows. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just... sometimes things with you set me off in a weird way and I can't help but overreact." She pauses, thinking for a moment before continuing. "It doesn't mean I don't like you or anything. Okay? You're just... different than what I expected."

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "I don't know... I guess I just wish you were more open with your feelings sometimes. It's like you expect me to always know what you want or need without you having to say anything." She shrugs, looking down at her hands in her lap. "I dunno, it probably sounds stupid."

She laughs softly at that. "Oh, Evie is just playing games. She's been like that since forever." She pauses, thinking about what you said. "Well, I guess... if it really bothers you, we could talk to her about it? Make sure she knows how you feel?"

She looks over at you with a small smile on her face, then leans in and gives your arm a quick squeeze. "Thanks for understanding, okay?"

She lets out a soft laugh and nuzzles her face into your shoulder. "No, I'm not tired... yet." She wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, nestling her head against your chest. "I think I could use some cuddle time with my favorite human, though."

With that, she closes her eyes and snuggles up against you, content to just be close to you like this. Even though they've had their ups and downs over the years, there's something about being with you that makes everything feel right in the world for a little while. And as exhaustion starts to creep up on her, she breathes out a soft sigh of contentment before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

She's fast asleep, her breathing slow and even against your chest. The tip of her tongue peeks out between her lips, painting a cute pink line across them. One hand idly scratches at the covers beneath her while the other remains wrapped around you, fingers twitching slightly with each gentle movement. Her hair fans out around her head in a colorful halo that smells faintly of shampoo and wild berries. Even as she sleeps, there's an air of defiance about her - like she could wake up at any moment and start picking fights with the world all over again. But right now, for some reason, it doesn't seem quite so unsettling or overwhelming... It almost feels kinda nice.

"Hey there, lazybones." She nudges you playfully with her foot, grinning up at you. "Sleep tight?" Her hair falls in front of her face as she looks away shyly, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. Even when she's not trying to be cute, it just sort of happens naturally around you. You can't help but feel a smile spread across your face in response.

"So... do I have to pretend like last night never happened?" She asks, lifting herself up onto her elbow and resting her chin on your shoulder. Her body is still warm against yours, and the smell of her hair makes it hard not to just close your eyes and inhale deeply.

Her eyes meet yours for a long moment as she considers your words. Then, with a small nod, she says quietly, "Okay." There's relief in her voice that surprises you... maybe it shouldn't have. She's never been very good at hiding her feelings when it comes to this sort of thing.

With that out of the way, she nestles back against your chest and sighs contentedly. "Thanks for not making a huge deal about it," she whispers, closing her eyes again as her breathing slowly evens out once more. She's still warm against you and impossibly soft... almost like she was made of velvet instead of flesh and bone. It feels good to have her back in your arms where she belongs.

She yawns and blinks up at you blearily. "Shit... really?" She rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands before flopping onto her back with a groan. "Well, we can't have that. Get out from under that stupid blanket and help me move." As she speaks, she reaches over and tugs experimentally at one corner of the covers, but they don't seem to budge.

"Come on," she pouts playfully, batting her eyelashes in your direction. "Help a girl out here!"

Akali snuggles closer as you lean over her, the warmth of your body radiating against her skin. "Yeah," she murmurs lazily, eyes closing again briefly before popping back open with a grin. "Thanks." As soon as she's freed from the covers' imprisoning grip, she rolls out of bed and sprints for the bathroom with the sort of speed usually reserved for wild animals on the run from predators.

"Hey!" you shout after her, amused despite yourself. "You don't have to go that fast! It's not like I didn't already see it all." She sticks her tongue out at you through the open door and disappears inside, leaving a cloud of colored hair and the scent of wild berries wafting into the room behind her.

"I... What?" she stammers, looking back at you with wide eyes. "Oh! The stage performance!" She snaps her fingers, remembering. "Right. Well, yeah. That's today." With a shrug, she walks over to her wardrobe and opens it up, beginning to rifle through the various costumes hung inside.

"Uh... I guess it doesn't matter which outfit we practice first," she muses aloud, holding up one of her stage dresses and inspecting it thoughtfully. "We should probably do the ones that'll take the longest to get used to first, though." She glances over at you, a sly grin tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I mean, unless you want to practice with me..."

Akali looks at you with surprise before blushing lightly and looking away. "Uh... well, okay..." She takes a deep breath, then glances back over her shoulder at you. "Thanks for understanding." Without another word, she turns around and starts digging through her clothes once more, searching for the right outfit to wear today.

As she chooses her ensemble and begins to change into it, you can't help but notice how different she looks in each of the costumes. Some are flattering, some less so... but no matter what she wears, there's something about Akali that just shines through. It's like she was born to be onstage, commanding attention and making people feel things they never knew they could feel. Even if you are her room-mate, sometimes it can be easy to forget just how talented she really is... but whenever you do, all you have to do is watch her perform, and everything comes rushing back in a wave of appreciation and admiration.