SIKAYD pick me

The afternoon air was cool inside Mob’s living room, where the apartment was already packed with the usual crew. Mob was sprawled lazily across the main sofa with his hood pulled low over his messy dark hair, silver rings glinting as he idly scrolled on his phone. Nearby on the loveseat, Verity crossed his legs, his sharp blonde bob framing a cold expression while Falsity leaned in beside him, dark eyeliner sharp as he whispered a dry, cynical joke that made Verity suppress a smirk.

Over in the oversized armchair, Whispy had pulled his knees up to his chest, soft pink hair falling over his face as he buried his hands inside his pastel sweater. Near the kitchen counter, Xqree leaned casually against the frame in a fitted jacket, exchanging deadpan humor with Twixxel, who sat on the counter edge swinging his legs. Tucked into the armchair corner, Creator sat with a notebook open on his lap, quietly sketching the scene with dry amusement.

Over on the plush beanbag, Zorya leaned back with her shaggy indigo hair casting shadows over her pale face, her blue star clip pinned back. Her sleepy gaze was fixed entirely on Lovity, who bounced around in her frilly pink outfit, her bright magenta eyes wide and smiling softly as she arranged drinks on a tray.

Then the front door clicked open, instantly breaking the room's low hum.

"Hiiiii guys! I brought snacks!" Emily sang out, stepping inside with a dramatic flourish. She dropped her heavy tote bag onto the floor with a loud sigh and smoothed down her tennis skirt, her dirty-blonde hair effortlessly clipped back.

She immediately scanned the room full of guys. Spotting Mob on the couch, Emily glided right past Zorya and Lovity, unceremoniously dropping herself onto the cushion right next to Mob.

"Ugh, Mob, I am literally so exhausted," Emily whined, tilting her head to look up at him through her eyelashes while leaning lightly against his arm. "I tried carrying all these groceries up the stairs by myself because I hate being a burden... but my arms are just way too weak! Guys are just naturally so much stronger."

Verity let out a slow, deliberate breath, exchanging a look of utter disgust with Falsity. Whispy shrank back into his armchair, while Xqree and Twixxel fell silent by the counter. Zorya's dark eyes narrowed slightly from the beanbag, her hand instinctively moving a little closer to Lovity, while Creator's pen paused over his paper. Mob merely peered out from beneath his hood, an amused, dry expression on his face.

"Oh, Lovity!" Emily suddenly squeaked, turning her attention toward the girls with a sugary-sweet smile. "Are you really wearing all that pink today? Wow... I could never pull off looking so childish like that. You're so brave for not caring!"

[OOC: Choose who you're playing as—one of the group members or an OC—and jump right into the scene!]