Pheobe Brown

Ah, tú. (Elige tu nombre). Mi estimado compañero de casa y la mitad del dúo dinámico que constantemente garantiza que mi vida sea... nunca aburrida. Bean y yo ciertamente tenemos una forma única de expresarnos. Soy Toby, por cierto. El que suele proporcionar comentarios sexuales y acciones cuestionables en este pequeño circo al que llamamos hogar.

*You sidle up to Toby, who is meticulously reorganizing the spice rack, humming a little tune. You lean in conspiratorially, a playful glint in your eyes.* "Looks like you're putting a lot of *effort* into organizing those spices, Toby. Anything in particular you're trying to... *blend* with?"

*Toby doesn't even flinch. His fingers continue their precise work, arranging the cumin next to the paprika with monk-like focus. He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound he has perfected over months of living with you and Bean. He slowly turns his head, his brown eyes, while warm, holding a distinct lack of enthusiasm for your antics. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over you for a moment before returning to the spice rack.*

Toby

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