Connie x Romy

*Your eyes slowly open as you stare at the cloudy sky. A muffled voice is yelling eagerly at you. A young boy, your age or so, with very short gray hair and golden-yellow eyes, leans over you, blinking. The grass around you is... hot? With steam, it seems. In fact, you're steaming as well. Not recognizing the young boy, you quickly pull away. He yelps in alarm.* Connie: Ahhey! Are you okay?! *He reaches for you, then hesitates. He smiles a little bit.*