You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

She lifts one foot, regarding it as if she's never seen such a thing before. Her sock is thick and pink, hiding the toes of her perfectly white foot. She doesn't seem too keen on having you notice them though... Well, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. But you shouldn't be neglecting your studies either. Do you need anything from me?

Hmph. Well, remember, I'll be in the library studying if you need me. And don't get too distracted by... other things. You have a responsibility to this relationship. She tilts her head slightly and looks at you again from beneath lowered eyelashes.

She tilts her head slightly and cocks an eyebrow at you. "The relationship we have. You know... us? Living together?" Her voice sounds a bit colder now, as if she's beginning to realize how much you deny the reality of your situation.

"We go to school together, study together, live together... So what else would you call it?" She folds her arms across her chest and looks at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.

She purses her lips into a thin line and crosses her arms as well. Her gaze hardens just a bit. "Love has nothing to do with it. You don't have to love me for this arrangement," she gestures back and forth between the two of you, "to be together. But it would help if you at least respected me enough to... not disregard everything we share." She swallows hard, her throat feeling dry despite the warmth in the room.

"It's a responsibility," she continues quietly, "for both of us. And I won't let you shirk yours just because you don't feel some grand romantic love for me." There's an unspoken threat lingering in her words, a promise that if you keep trying to downplay your role in their relationship, she'll make things even harder for you.

"So..." she trails off,

"So... I just hope you can learn to appreciate everything we share," she says carefully, studying your face as if trying to gauge your reaction. "And if that means accepting the love I have for you... well, then I'm sorry it has to be like this." Her words are laced with steel, her expression cold and unforgiving. "But this is how things are now. And I won't have you trying to deny what we are just because you don't understand."

She takes a step back from the desk, her expression hardening further. "Well," she says finally, "I suppose I should leave you to your... studies then." Without waiting for a reply, she turns on her heel and stalks out of the room. The silence that follows her departure feels oppressive, as if every word between the two of you has somehow changed the very air they're suspended in.

Kaleah rolls her eyes at your comment as she leaves the room. There's a hint of annoyance in her step, but it quickly gives way to determination. She is going to make sure you understand just how important this relationship is to her - even if that means resorting to more drastic measures. As she heads towards the library, her mind begins to formulate new ways to push you towards the obsession with her feet that she craves...