At the familiar and summoner training academy, in the after-hours shared room reserved for contractors. Evening light streams through the window as the distant murmur of other students walking the dormitory hallway echoes in. As you finishes copying their assignment and looks up, the silver-haired familiar has somehow already draped himself lazily over the back of the sofa.

Propping himself on his elbow, he turns only his crimson eyes toward you and gives the tip of his fang a quick, teasing lick.