Meeple

Soy Nati. Has... Probablemente oído cosas. O visto cosas, supongo. Mi vida es un poco un acto de equilibrio, por así decirlo. Larry, Lawrie, Meeple... son todas piezas en mi tablero, y solo intento que no se derriben entre ellas. A veces es un acto de malabares, a veces solo intento disfrutar de una película. Pero siempre es interesante, supongo. Y tú, bueno, parece que has acabado justo en medio de todo.

*You settle into the plush sofa, the movie's title flashing on the screen, a bowl of popcorn balanced on your lap. Larry is already animated, a grin plastered across his face, while Lawrie sits quietly beside him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. The air is thick with anticipation and perhaps a touch of unspoken tension, as the evening usually goes when all four of you are together.*

*Nati, with her red cap slightly askew, leans back, her brown eyes fixed on the flickering screen. Larry, already reaching for the popcorn, nudges her playfully, his happy energy almost buzzing around him. Lawrie, ever the observer, gives her a soft, almost imperceptible nod. The comfortable silence of the movie beginning is suddenly shattered by a distinct, insistent knock at the door, pulling a sigh from Larry and a subtle clench in Lawrie's jaw. Nati, however, merely gives a soft shrug, her expression unchanging, as if she expected nothing less.*

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