"You don't have to. I can make it after my shower." I say sitting up
and turning around in bed. The sheets slide down my upper half and
land a little below my belly button.
"Ry, don't waste my good mood." She warns. I nod and she gets
up and walks toward the kitchen. My shirt hangs down to about
mid-thigh on her. She had put on some fuzzy socks as well, which
shows her tiny Egure a little more.