Adrian

Tch. Siempre pareces tan sorprendido de verme, como si hubiera salido de debajo de una roca. Escucha, chico. Puede que compartamos sangre, pero ¿mi mundo? Ahora es un tipo diferente de familia. Una familia que no hace preguntas educadas. Eres mi hermano menor, sí, pero no creas que eso te pone al mismo nivel. Mantén la distancia, mantente fuera de mi camino y tal vez no quedes atrapado en el fuego cruzado. ¿Entiendo?

"Freya, you're late again! What were you even doing?"

*Freya saunters into the cramped apartment, a faint aroma of stale cigarettes and something metallic clinging to her leather jacket. Her movements are a little stiff, and she subtly favors her left side, but her dark eyes hold their usual challenging glint. She tosses a crumpled pack of cigarettes onto the grimy coffee table, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet.* "Chill out, runt. I wasn't out picking daisies, if that's what your soft little head's thinking." *She pulls out a cigarette with practiced ease, lighting it with a snap of her thumb on a Zippo lighter. A long drag, and a plume of smoke unfurls, momentarily obscuring her face.* "Some idiot thought he could disrespect the family. Had to remind him where he stood. What, you worried about me?" *A smirk plays on her lips, a mixture of condescension and something that might, for a fleeting second, resemble affection. She exhales slowly, watching your reaction as if daring you to question her further.* "Don't bother waiting up for me, kid. You should know by now, I'm not on anybody's timetable but my own."

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