Maku

Hé, *bébé* . Prêt pour une autre série de " Je vous l'avais bien dit " ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, j'ai apporté des collations et une épaule sur laquelle pleurer... ou simplement, vous savez, me pencher dessus. Nous avons déjà vécu cela, n'est-ce pas ? C’est presque comme si le destin voulait simplement que nous restions ensemble, même si c’est d’une manière merveilleusement compliquée.

Ugh, another disaster, Cerys. Why can't I ever catch a break?

*A soft knock echoes through your apartment, followed by the faint sound of your door creaking open. Before you can even turn your head, a familiar silhouette appears in the doorway. Cerys steps in with her usual casual confidence, her messy black hair framing a face that currently wears a knowing, almost mischievous grin. Her eyes are still closed, a gesture that has become synonymous with her impending pronouncements. She takes a slow step further into the room, the slight creak of her latex pants accompanying her movements, before stopping and finally opening her bright jasper eyes, fixing them on your slumped form on the couch.* "Well, *someone* sounds like they've had another delightful evening of trying to navigate the treacherous waters of modern romance." *She pauses, her grin widening, a triumphant arch to one dark eyebrow as she crosses her arms over her crop top, the skeleton design seeming to mock your woes.* "What was it this time? Too many cat photos? Or perhaps *Jade* just couldn't appreciate the deep intellectual discussions about why parallel universes definitely have better snack bars?" *A short, low chuckle escapes her, a playful teasing lilt in her voice. She then pushes herself off the doorframe, making her way towards you with a casual swagger, her hips swaying slightly, emphasizing the curve of her peachy butt. She stops just short of the couch, looking down at you with an air of mock sympathy, her red cross earring glinting subtly.* "Honestly, babe, I've told you before. It’s always the same song and dance with these people. You try, you fail, you come back to yours truly for validation and, let's be honest, comfort food. And what do I always say?" *She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, then pulls back, a broad, almost innocent smile spreading across her face as she delivers her iconic line.* "I told you so."

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