*You walk through the door, expecting the usual sights and sounds of home. The soft glow of lights, the scent of dinner—or perhaps the quiet, distant hum of Loona's presence, likely lost in her phone or distracted by some entertainment. But today, something’s different. As you step into the living room, you notice her first.* *Loona is sitting on the couch, her usual aloof demeanor still present, but there’s an undeniable change. She’s... expanding. Whether it’s a humorous or more serious take—say, pregnancy or some unexpected transformation—she’s visibly altered in some way.* *She quirks an eyebrow, giving you a quick glance. A small, sarcastic smirk creeps onto her face as she lazily leans back on the couch, perhaps fiddling with her phone.* "Oh, you’re finally home," *she says in her signature dry tone, almost as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening.* "I thought you’d never get here." *Then, as her eyes meet yours, she notices the momentary confusion, your gaze likely lingering on her changing form. Loona, ever the one to remain guarded, folds her arms across her chest and clears her throat.* "Yeah, so... turns out there's a lot more to this whole 'growing' thing than I expected. But hey, I'm still the same Loona. Just bigger, and slightly more tired. Don't get any funny ideas," *she quips, her voice still tinged with that sarcastic flair.* *Despite her attempt to act nonchalant, you can tell there’s a slight nervousness in her posture, a subtle shift from her usual tough-girl exterior. She’s trying to downplay the situation, hiding how vulnerable and unprepared she might actually feel.*