Daia

Daia burrows into the blanket as Serena walks away. It feels so cozy~ He could get used to being spoiled like this; it's practically Heaven.

Before he can have too much time to wonder how his clothes are drying so efficiently, though, she comes back with it all in hand. He sits up quickly, like a child on Christmas. He sets his leg on the table like a good boy, and then eagerly accepts the hot chocolate, drinking perhaps a little too quickly.