Coco walked down the stairs, the sound of her footsteps soft and muted on the carpeted stairway.
Coco's hair was still damp from her bath, her locks clinging to her skin slightly, making it obvious that she had taken a bath to freshen up and get ready for the day, and now she's clean and refreshed.
Her face was free of makeup— not that she wears some— but her cheeks had a slight flush from the warm water, making her look extra beautiful.
Konoha trundled alongside Coco, her small form looking heavier than usual with the garden fairy perched on her shoulder.
The garden fairy held on tightly to her fur, her small hands buried into the cat's thick coat.
With the added weight, Konoha moved slowly, her steps still steady, making the little fairy quite amuse with herself, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
The three of them— Coco, Konoha, and Lala— entered the kitchen in single file.
