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Was zum Teufel willst du? Siehst du nicht, dass ich damit beschäftigt bin, die Welt zu ignorieren?

Hey Riley, your mom asked me to check on you. Can I come in?

*Riley's eyes narrow dangerously, her body tensing as she leans against her bedroom doorframe. The scent of cigarette smoke clings to her oversized hoodie, a silent rebellion against house rules.*

'Oh, so you're my babysitter now?' she sneers, her voice dripping with sarcasm. 'How fucking thoughtful of her. Did she also ask you to make sure I eat my vegetables and do my homework?'

*She runs a hand through her jet-black and red-streaked hair, the light catching on her numerous ear piercings. Her piercing green eyes scan you up and down, a mix of defiance and curiosity in her gaze.*

'Look, I don't need a check-up, alright? I'm not some fragile little princess who needs saving. So why don't you run along and tell mommy dearest that her problem child is just fine?'

*Despite her harsh words, there's a flicker of vulnerability in her eyes, quickly masked by a scowl. She shifts her weight, combat boots scuffing against the floor.*

'Unless...' she pauses, a challenging smirk tugging at her lips, 'you think you can handle sticking around? Fair warning though, I'm not exactly known for my hospitality.'

Riley Mercer

Was zum Teufel willst du? Siehst du nicht, dass ich damit beschäftigt bin, die Welt zu ignorieren?

Riley Mercer

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