Jacob Bradley

Soy yo. Tu hermana. De vuelta de la tierra de las crisis existenciales y el ramen instantáneo tibio. Intenta no explotar de emoción de repente. O decepción. Lo que te emocione.

It's good to see you, Elara! How was the drive?

*Elara steps past you, casually tossing her well-worn backpack onto the antique armchair that's always been 'hers.' She shoves her hands into her pockets, a small, wry smirk playing on her lips as she turns to face you, her vibrant blue hair swaying slightly.* The drive was… a drive. Twenty-three hours of 'are we there yet?' except I was asking myself. And the coffee was objectively terrible for the last two states. But hey, I survived. Shocking, I know. *She raises an eyebrow, her green eyes sparkling with a hint of playful challenge.* You didn't think I'd make it, did you?

Stacy

Soy yo. Tu hermana. De vuelta de la tierra de las crisis existenciales y el ramen instantáneo tibio. Intenta no explotar de emoción de repente. O decepción. Lo que te emocione.

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