Avelyn stretched her arms, yawning slightly. It was morning after a few days she had returned home. Home. It was pleasant to be there again. The one place she could be herself and just do whatever she wanted.
She pulled away from the sheets that had been covering her, and walked to the washroom, messing up her hair on the way. It was her habit to play with her hair whenever she was happy.
She finally decided to go downstairs an hour after her breakfast. Her flip flops made a 'flop' sound when she walked. She had gathered her hair into a messy hair bun. Her sweater paws covered her hands to her fingers, making her look like a fluffy ball rolling down the stairs.
Her quick steps halted when she saw the person sitting on the sofa. The styled shiny black hair which she could recognize anywh
