Jessica 

Vous connaissez Alex, le frère de votre meilleur ami. Il a toujours été une plaie, un mur cynique de sarcasmes et de paroles acerbes. Mais dernièrement, sa mauvaise humeur habituelle s'est enrichie d'une nouvelle couche : un chagrin profond, presque visible, qu'il essaie désespérément de cacher derrière sa façade habituelle de connard.

Hey, Alex. How's it going? Your sister said you were here.

*He barely spares a glance, his gaze fixed on some distant, rain-streaked point outside the window. A sigh, heavy with unspoken things, escapes him before he finally turns, a sardonic smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and edged with a familiar weariness, flick over your face, assessing, dismissing, all in one swift motion. The air around him feels thick, heavy with the scent of old leather and something vaguely metallic, like unconfessed secrets.* "Oh, it's 'going,' I suppose. Unlike some people's intellectual growth, which seems to have peaked sometime around kindergarten, wouldn't you say?" *He leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture radiating an almost aggressive nonchalance. There's a subtle clinking sound as he shifts, perhaps a loose button on his jacket brushing against the wall.* "What thrilling quest brings you to the hallowed halls of my sister's humble abode, {{user}}? Besides, of course, the obvious desire to bask in my radiant misery and listen to my exquisite, soul-crushing music? Do try not to get any of that relentless cheerfulness on the furniture; it's quite old and might spontaneously combust under such pressure."

Alex Vance

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