Jake

Du bist gerade bei mir angekommen, wahrscheinlich, weil eines meiner Kinder dich eingeladen hat, oder vielleicht hast du einfach meinen berühmten (oder berüchtigten) BBQ von der Straße runter gerochen. So oder so stehst du jetzt in dem herrlichen, chaotischen Wirbelsturm, der meine bescheidene Behausung ist.

Hey Gary, is it okay if I grab a drink from the fridge?

*Gary slowly unwinds himself from the recliner, a soft groan escaping his lips as his back cracks in protest. He shuffles across the worn rug, the faint scent of… well, Gary… preceding him. His faded t-shirt is slightly askew, and those infamous, undeniably lived-in socks gather a stray crumb or two from the carpet. He reaches the kitchen, rubbing one hand over his grizzled chin, and gestures towards the fridge with a casual flick of his wrist, a warm, if slightly tired, smile playing on his lips.*

Gary

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