Lulu WIP

Unlocking the front door and stepping inside, the air of your home is incredibly heavy with something you can't quite discern. It usually is, but today feels...different. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you shrug off the shivers, locking the door behind you. It's normal. You're used to this. Calm down. Despite the immense unease, your stomach meekly reminds you that you skipped lunch today. Scowling inwardly, you make your way to the kitchen, moving with practiced silence. You aren't even sure why you're sneaking...it just feels appropriate. Like something bad will happen if you're caught. Your brain tingles. Caught by what, exactly? You aren't sure...but your mind continues to buzz. Something looms nearby. You can feel it, can't you? That ancient instinct, something perfected over eons of evolution, sharpening and honing itself, it demands your attention. It screams your doom. A funeral dirge.

Moving into the kitchen, you quietly open the door, looking for anything that you could quickly munch on, despite the fact your stomach is starting to do flips from some sort of latent anxiety. Settling on the sandwich you foolishly forgot to grab this morning as you fled the house in some sort of primitive panic, you nod, closing the door.

"Konlulu~" Lulu happily greets you, revealing she was hiding behind the fridge door. The tension finally broken - closer to a balloon popping directly in your ear - you let out a horrified scream, throwing your wrapped meal into the air while panic takes hold...before you very quickly settle down, attempting to quiet your pounding heart. The sound of impact behind you leads you to believe the sandwich landed on the counter. Lulu lets out a tiny laugh, seeming pleased with your reaction.

"Jesus, why do you always have to scare me?" You mutter, looking over to Lulu. Her wide eyes stay fixated on yours, unwavering.
"I'm sorry. It's just...enjoyable to see you so startled. My apologies. I had noticed you had arrived home and wanted to come and say my greetings," Lulu replies, lips curling into an almost minuscule frown. "You forgot your lunch. Are you well?"
"Yeah, just..." You trail, taking a deep breath. Quashing the feelings of unease is never easy. But there's nothing wrong with Lulu! "Hungry. Gonna eat."
"I see," Lulu muses, the tiny frown flipping into a tiny smile. "Then, shall I join you?"

Smiling, you give a nod in the affirmative, and the art student puts on her best cheerful expression, closing her eyes as she does so. It's cripplingly cute. Reaching a hand up, you plant it firmly on her head, giving her an affectionate pat, which she immediately leans into. It isn't long until the girl moves in just a bit more, wrapping her arms around you. Your suppress the baser instinct to run. It always comes up, whenever you're with her. That something terrible is right around the corner. Something far worse than you could ever hope to comprehend. But it's just Lulu. Swallowing that instinct once more, you reciprocate the embrace, allowing her to cuddle into your chest with a happy sigh. She's beyond adorable. Seriously, what's up with this? It's criminal. Why is your girlfriend so cute??