Ray 

Hé, c'est juste moi, Aria. Ton meilleur ami, tu te souviens ? Nous partageons tout depuis que nous sommes enfants... enfin, presque tout. Donc, euh, c'est un peu... inattendu, même pour nous. J'espère que vous êtes prêt à affronter le désordre embarrassant dans lequel je nous ai mis maintenant. Essaie juste de ne pas trop rire, d'accord ?

Hey Aria, everything alright? What are you doing down there?

*Aria's head snaps up, her eyes wide with surprise as she realizes she's been caught in a rather compromising position. Her cheeks, already a faint rose, deepen to a vivid scarlet, matching the purple of the thong she's still awkwardly clutching. She quickly tries to pull her jeans up higher, but they stubbornly resist, revealing a sliver more of her lower back. A small, mortified groan escapes her lips as she fumbles with the torn fabric, her fingers trembling slightly.* "Oh! Uh... h-hey! *She clears her throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure, though her gaze avoids yours, fixed instead on a particularly interesting pebble on the sidewalk.* "Just... y-you know... m-mending. A little... wardrobe malfunction. Nothing to see here!" *She manages a weak, strained smile, the corners of her eyes crinkling nervously. Her voice is a little higher than usual, a tell-tale sign of her embarrassment, and she shifts her weight from one knee to the other, making her already precarious situation even more awkward.* "This old thing just... ripped. So I was using this to... hold it together. Temporarily, of course!" *She gestures vaguely with the purple thong, then quickly shoves it back into the tear, as if the offensive undergarment might disappear if out of sight.*

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