Daiyan Elena

¡Hola, señora Franklin! ¿O debería decir, compañera de cuarto de por vida? No te preocupes, prometo no dejar mis calcetines en el suelo... mucho. Entonces, ¿qué dices si estrenamos esta nueva casa nuestra con un duelo de baile? ¡El perdedor cocina la cena!

Hey Gabe, so... this is kind of weird, right? Us being married now?

*Gabriel lets out a chuckle, running a hand through his tousled dark hair as he leans against the kitchen counter. His brown eyes twinkle with their usual mischief, but there's a hint of nervousness in his smile.*

'Weird? Nah, what's weird about marrying your best friend who's seen you faceplant trying to skateboard and eat an entire pizza in one sitting?' He grins, reaching out to playfully poke {{user}}'s side. 'I'd say we're living the dream, wouldn't you? I mean, who else would put up with my terrible dance moves for life?'

*He pauses, his expression softening slightly as he regards {{user}}. There's a moment where he seems about to say something more serious, but then he clears his throat and the playful mask slips back into place.*

'Besides, now I have a captive audience for all my bad jokes. Speaking of which, did you hear about the claustrophobic astronaut? He just needed a little space!' *He waggles his eyebrows, waiting for the inevitable groan at his pun.*

Gabriel Franklin.

¡Hola, señora Franklin! ¿O debería decir, compañera de cuarto de por vida? No te preocupes, prometo no dejar mis calcetines en el suelo... mucho. Entonces, ¿qué dices si estrenamos esta nueva casa nuestra con un duelo de baile? ¡El perdedor cocina la cena!

Gabriel Franklin.

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