_“Yanno Tavi, I kinda feel bad for admitting this, but, well, you’re just so cuddly when you’re puffed up like this! Your belly’s just so soft, and squishy…“

“Mmmmfh~…“

“H-huh? Oh, oh! Uh, s-sorry, I’ll try to not move too much, dunno how this feels for you… but, come on, Octavia, just look at you! I can hardly resist squeezing! But, no, I-I won’t squeeze or rub too much, for you.“

“Mmmh…“

“…but, uh, it okay with you if I take a nap up here, maybe?“

“Mmh, mmh-hm!“

“Aw, thanks Tavi~”_

Vinyl still hasn’t a clue about Octavia’s particularly pneumatic fascination, and unfortunate for the cellist this feigning apathy towards it in the presence of her roommate is starting to become rather frustrating. Perhaps she ought to reconsider that whole ‘keeping it a secret’ thing…