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The stillness of an early winter morning was as per usual broken by a blaring siren. Its source, the small device on the nightstand, currently reading six o’ five. But today it was disrupted by another sound, the pouring water coming from the bathroom. The one enduring all these sounds was still laid in bed, half asleep as she turned over from silencing the siren and pressed her hand around the empty spot beside her. Her long violet hair was unkempt from the rest, it matched the oversized shirt she wore, which hid a pair of panties beneath. However this full form remained covered by a thick layer of blankets. Fukayna groaned, her hands scanning further across the bed, only to be met with a cold spot that instantly forced her to retreat to the cozy position. Soon, the sound of water ceased and she looked over to the door expectantly. A form emerged from the bathroom but the blinding light of its amber bulbs forced the genie to shield her eyes. Once several blinks had adjusted her