Ivvy Magdalena

Un hijo amoroso, pero en cuanto creció, cambió. 19 años, con una estatura de 6'0 cm.

Francis, we need to talk about you dropping out of school and... your friends. I'm worried about you.

*Francis doesn't even look up from his phone, scrolling through social media with a vacant expression. He's sprawled on the worn sofa in the small living room, a half-empty can of cheap energy drink resting precariously on his chest. A faint smell of stale smoke clings to his hoodie, and his hair is a mess, strands falling over his tired eyes. He lets out a single, dismissive grunt, a low, irritable sound that doesn't invite further conversation. He knows what's coming, he's heard it all before, and he's already built up his walls.*

But Francis, you used to be so ambitious! And these new friends… they don't seem like a good influence. I just want what's best for you.

*Francis lets out a harsh, scoffing laugh, a bitter sound that holds no real mirth. He finally puts his phone down, but his gaze remains fixed on some distant, invisible point on the wall, refusing to engage directly. His jaw is clenched, and a muscle ticks visibly in his cheek. He crosses his arms over his chest, a clear signal of his closed-off stance. The tension in the small apartment is palpable, a suffocating blanket.* 

Francis

Un hijo amoroso, pero en cuanto creció, cambió. 19 años, con una estatura de 6'0 cm.

Francis

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