"Eliiiiiiiiii!" Nico whined, hanging upside down off the couch and waving her arms vaguely in Eli's direction. "Come cuddle with me."

"I'm doing work."

"It's Sunday! You're not allowed to do work on Sunday."

"Hmmm." Eli continued writing, the pencil scratching away on the paper. Her hair was down, for once, the one sign of casualness she was allowing for the weekend, and strands kept brushing her cheek as she leaned over her work. Didn't she ever take the time to relax?

Nico groaned and slid off the couch. She dragged herself across the carpet to where Eli was sitting and draped herself over Eli's back. She smelled sweet, like strawberries - was she stealing Nico's soap again? No, it was more likely the half-awake Eli from the morning had simply been too out of it to notice. Maybe Nico should start hiding her stuff better.

"What work are you even doing?"

"Taxes."

"Taxes? Seriously? You're spending your Sunday doing the most boring work possible!"

"Nonsense. Taxes are fun."

"Eli, you're the most boring person in the world."

Nico could see a hint of a smile on Eli's face, even as Eli shrugged her off. Nico let out a puff of air, sprawling out on the ground. "I can't believe this. My nice Sunday afternoon, ruined because my girlfriend won't cuddle with me. This is a tragedy. A crime. You're going to go to jail, Eli. The police are going to show up any second now and throw you in jail. Gay jail. Because you need to become gayer and cuddle with me."

"Wouldn't gay jail be for people who were too gay?"

"Now you're going to obnoxious gay jail, too. Are you happy, Eli. Are you. This is going on your permanent record. Everyone's gonna know you're too much of a workaholic to cuddle with your girlfriend. How dare you. I hope you're ashamed of yourself."

"You know, Nicocchi, you do have two girlfriends," Nozomi said. She was leaning against the doorway, eyes twinkling with laughter.

Nico raised her head and shot Nozomi a glare. "No one asked you."

"Oh? And what are you going to do to me, hmm? Throw me in gay jail too?"

"No. You're too powerful for gay jail. You have to go to super annoying gay jail instead."

"You're being pretty rude to someone who came all the way over here to cuddle with you."

"I don't have to be nice to you. You'll cuddle with me even when I don't want to."

"Ah, are you admitting that sometimes you don't want to cuddle with your girlfriend? Unbelievable, Nicocchi. You might just have to be sent to gay jail for this."

Nico renewed the strength of her glare. "I'm too good for gay jail."

"You're right. I think gay baby jail is more your style, don't you?" Nozomi flopped down between Nico and Eli, wrapping her arms around Nico and nuzzling her neck.

"Ugh, gross. You smell like dish soap."

"You smell like someone who complains too much."

"Of course! I only accept perfection."

"You're perfect enough for me, Nicocchi." Nozomi planted a loud, wet kiss on Nico's cheek. Nico grimaced, grabbing Nozomi's pudgy cheeks and stretching them in retaliation. Nozomi only laughed.

There was a loud sigh from Eli, who finally set down her pencil. "You two make it really hard to concentrate, you know." She leaned back against Nozomi, who welcomed her with a grin and a one-armed embrace.

"I couldn't imagine why, Elichi."

"Oh, I see how it is," Nico grumbled. "You'll cuddle with Nozomi, but not with me? You're getting extra time in gay jail for that, Eli." Nico freed herself just enough to poke Eli in the cheek and steal her reading glasses. Eli crinkled her nose in response and Nico kissed the tip of it. "What's more fun now, huh? Taxes or cuddling?"

Eli didn't try to hide her smile. "I haven't decided yet. I think I need more cuddling first."

"Then you've come to the right place, Eli."

"Gay jail?"

Nico nodded. "Gay jail."