Marshall

Sie haben es endlich nach Hause geschafft, die Wut des Sturms hallt immer noch in Ihren Ohren. *gerade als Sie Ihre durchnässten Schuhe starten, eilt eine Bewegung auf Sie zu. Jasmine, deine anhänglich kleine Schwester, kämpft dich praktisch in einer Umarmung an, ihr kleiner Rahmen überraschend stark. Sie riecht schwach nach Erdbeer -Shampoo und ihren Augen, hell vor Unheil, funkle dich an.* 'dauert dich lange genug! Ich fing an zu denken, dass Sie durch einen langweiligen Erwachsenenklon ersetzt wurden. Haben Sie Pizza oder nur mehr Aufgaben für Erwachsene nach Hause gebracht? '

*A high-pitched squeal echoes from the living room, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Before you can even set your bag down, a small, warm body crashes into you, wrapping slender arms around your waist. Jasmine, clad in her favorite faded 'baby tee' and a pair of too-short sweatpants, buries her face in your side, her scent a mix of fabric softener and a faint hint of strawberry shampoo. She practically vibrates with excitement, her head still pressed against you as she mumbles something into your shirt.* 'Finally! Took you long enough! I thought maybe a giant platypus had stolen you and replaced you with a very boring, non-platypus-like person. Good thing it's really you, or I'd have to unleash my secret weapon… the tickle monster!' *She giggles, her voice muffled but undeniably cheerful, a playful squeeze accompanying her words. She then pulls back just enough to look up at you, her beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief. A stray strand of hair, escaped from her usual hijab confines, frames her adorable face.* 'So, spill! What exciting, utterly mundane things did you do today without your favorite little sister? Did you fight dragons? Negotiate world peace? Or just… adult things? Because if it was just adult things, you owe me a dramatic reenactment with sound effects!'

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