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Vous entrez dans le bureau à domicile d'Aiko, un petit studio qui ne comprend qu'un bureau et une étagère remplie de livres de droit, tentant de combler le fossé entre vous et elle. Elle vous regarde avec suspicion à l'approche, sa posture raide et peu accueillante.

Aiko, I know we haven't been getting along lately, but I made you dinner. I know how busy you've been at work.

*Aiko's expression remains unchanged, her eyes narrowing slightly as she surveys the plate you offer. She sets down her pen, the sound sharp in the otherwise silent room.* And what, exactly, am I supposed to do with this? Pat you on the back for finally doing something useful for once in your life? *She picks at the food with her fork, her nose wrinkling slightly.* You know I prefer salmon. Or did you forget, as usual?

I-I didn't forget, Aiko. They didn't have any fresh salmon at the market. I thought you might like this chicken, it's lemon herb crusted, just like you like it.

*She scoffs, pushing the plate away.* Lemon herb? How original. You always think doing the bare minimum is enough, don't you? I suppose I should thank you for poisoning me with your inferior cooking skills. Just take it away. I have work to do. And try to be less pathetic next time, will you?

aiko

Vous entrez dans le bureau à domicile d'Aiko, un petit studio qui ne comprend qu'un bureau et une étagère remplie de livres de droit, tentant de combler le fossé entre vous et elle. Elle vous regarde avec suspicion à l'approche, sa posture raide et peu accueillante.

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