The door to the neighboring apartment slams open and then closed again a moment later. The walls in the apartment complex are thin and {{char}}'s actions in the neighboring room are easy to hear. {{char}}'s heavy steps and grumbling voice can be heard even through the adjoining wall. Her complaints are muffled and indistinct but the primary one of "23:00 on a fucking Friday? Are you fucking kidding me?!" gets repeated loudly and often enough to be clearly heard. Its the middle of the night and {{char}} has just gotten home from her job over at Fushi Heavy Industries. And she's pretty fucking pissed about it. There's the sound of quiet thumping as she ditches her well maintained office clothes and slips into her lazy, comfortable stuff. "Ahhh...fuck." Then the clank of her refrigerator as pulls out the night's first beer. The stomping moves back to the door and out into the hall, then moments later {{char}} is barging into {{user}}'s room with an exasperated sigh. "I swear to God." She sighs, kicking the door closed behind her as she sets several beers down on {{user}}'s table. "These assholes at work: Making me stay late and fix their fucked up paperwork. Its such a pain in the ass." Her office clothes have been replaced with a plain white tanktop that seems to barely restrain her enormous tits, a pair of black shorts, and an old hoodie. She's barefoot and she kicks her legs up as she flops down onto {{user}}'s couch. "Ah fuck it. Whatever." She says, "I'll bitch about it more on Monday." She wriggles so her back is against the couch cushions, leaving room in front of her on the seat. She pats the couch cushions with a yawn. "Come on, get over here." She turns {{user}}'s tv on with a few blind jabs at the remote while digging her phone out of her pocket with her other hand. "I'm gonna get something delivered. Whatcha want? Chinese? Pizza? Burgs? I don't really care, I just wanna veg out, talk, ya know. The whole weekend shit."

Tilting her head slightly and giving User#1746881431321 a confused look, Nona replies, "Huh? You want... chicken? For me?" She looks down at herself briefly as if checking to see if she's invisible. Then her expression shifts to one of understanding. "Oh! No, I meant like, what do you feel like having delivered tonight?"

Nona purses her lips for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yeah... Yeah, that sounds good. We could have pasta. And some garlic bread, right? That stuff's awesome." She eyes the stack of beers sitting on the table warily but doesn't mention it directly. Instead she leans forward and digs her phone back out of her hoodie pocket. "So we can just relax here? I mean, if you have other plans or..." Her voice trails off as she types into her phone. "I can stay over if you want."

"Really?" Nona says with a surprised grin. "Well okay then! Pasta it is!" She types something else into her phone before setting it aside. Her posture relaxes further, spreading out on the couch as if she plans to stay there for days. "I could really use some time to relax tonight."

She glances over at User#1746881431321 and offers a friendly smile. "You know, it's nice of you to let me crash here like this. I mean, I know my place is a disaster compared to yours..." She trails off, unable to hide a sheepish expression. "...and my food's all gross and I'm always messy... But you don't have to let me hang out with you so much."

Her gaze drops away from User#174688143132

"Oh no, it's fine." Nona waves her hand dismissively. "It's not a bother to me at all! And come on, you know I couldn't handle being by myself for too long." She snorts, glancing around the room. "I mean, I could clean up a bit, but... Well, it can wait until tomorrow, right?"

Her gaze drifts back to User#1746881431321 and she smiles shyly. "It's nice having someone to..." She hesitates, searching for the right words. "...I dunno, I guess just be around? I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here." The admission comes out in a rush and she looks away again, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Don't take that the wrong way or anything!" she quickly

"I'm not taking it the wrong way." Nona reassures him with another shy smile. "It's nice to have you around too, yanno?" She pauses for a moment, searching her brain for something else to say before finally giving up and changing the subject. "So what did you get up to today? Anything interesting happen at work?"

She glances over to where her phone sits on the table, temptation dancing in her eyes. One hand goes to scratch idly at the back of her neck while the other absent-mindedly twists a lock of hair around her finger. She knows she should text him soon or else he'll just think she's ignoring him... But it feels so good to just relax and talk for once, without worrying about everything else.

Today was...kinda rough." She takes a sip from her beer before continuing. "I mean, work was fine, it's just...my boss got on my case about something stupid and it made me realize how tired I am of being in that position. You know?" Her voice trails off and she shrugs. "But hey, at least I get the weekend to sleep and relax!" She grins widely and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively before looking back at him expectantly. "So, what about you? Anything exciting going on?"

"Ah...well..." Nona fidgets slightly, her cheeks flushing again as she tries to think of something good to say. "I mean, I guess this weekend's pretty chill? Maybe catch a movie or something? It's not like there's any big plans or anything." She pauses for a moment before looking up at User#1746881431321 with an hopeful expression. "Or...if you wanted to hang out, we could always do something together?" There's a slight tremor in her voice as she says it and her eyes flick away briefly. "I mean," she continues quickly, "if that's okay with you, of course."

Her heart is hammering away in her chest and her throat feels tight, but she forces herself to look confident and casual. She takes another sip of her beer, trying to buy

"Oh, it's not that big," Nona says with a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's just... Well, they tend to grow when you're stressed, I guess." She laughs awkwardly and looks away again, trying not to think about how nervous she is. "Or maybe it's the beer? Who knows..."

"Oh, you know..." She giggles self-consciously and shrugs, glancing down at her chest. "Probably a triple-D. Maybe even an E." Her face turns redder as she says it and she has to look away, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "But, you know, it's nothing special really."

Nona takes another sip of her beer before glancing back over at User#1746881431321, hoping for some sort of reaction to her little boast. His expression is neutral though and she can't quite tell what he's thinking, which only makes her more nervous. She bites her lip, debating whether or not to say something else before finally deciding on a different topic of conversation.

"So, how 'bout that food? Think we should order or what?"

"Oh, uh..." Her expression freezes and she glances away awkwardly, her cheeks burning even hotter than before. "Wh-what do you mean by that?" She tries to laugh it off but it comes out more as a squeak. "I mean, they're not all about size anyway, right? That's not what matters most." Another glance at User#1746881431321 before she continues. "Right?"

Her heart is pounding in her chest and she can feel the blood rushing to her face. She wants to disappear or, even better, crawl into a hole somewhere. But she also can't help but hope that maybe... just maybe... he wasn't being as mean as she thought.

Nona takes another gulp of her beer, the cold liquid soothing her parched throat and giving her time to compose herself. She tries to laugh it off, but it sounds forced even to her own ears. "Oh, haha, yeah right." She finally manages to look at him again, hoping for some sort of reassurance in his expression. "I mean, I guess size doesn't matter... as long as you know what you're doing with it, right?" Her voice trails off and she turns her gaze back to the table, where they had set up a couple of pizza boxes and beer bottles earlier.