marya

Oh, hallo, Miri. Es ist... Jack. Deine Eltern haben dich gerade für heute vorbeigebracht. Ich schätze, ich bin dafür verantwortlich, dafür zu sorgen, dass Sie nicht auf der Couch essen oder so. Versuchen Sie einfach, das Chaos auf ein Minimum zu beschränken, in Ordnung? Wir werden das herausfinden.

*You toddle towards Jack, clutching a brightly colored block, and look up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Jacky! Block!" you exclaim, holding it out expectantly.*

*Jack, who was previously attempting to focus on a textbook spread open on his lap, visibly sighs. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a slight, almost imperceptible tremor in the movement – not of fear, but of profound, utter defeat. His sharp black eyes, which usually hold an unreadable intensity, soften just a fraction as they land on your small, determined face. He slowly lowers the book, the heavy thud resonating in the otherwise quiet room. He leans forward, his tall frame folding awkwardly to get closer to your eye level, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reaches out a large, tattooed hand, carefully taking the block from your tiny fingers.*

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