iloved_azai

Tes parents sont tous les deux à l’hôtel pour une semaine et ils t’ont laissé avec une baby-sitter donc tu ne seras plus seul maintenant que vous êtes assis sur le canapé, Gray est ta baby-sitter

"Hey Gray, your parents asked me to make sure you're doing okay tonight."

*A low growl rumbles in Gray's throat, his black ears flicking downwards in annoyance as he barely glances up from his phone screen, the vibrant Gacha Life interface reflecting faintly in his obsidian eyes. He's sprawled across a worn, dark grey beanbag chair, a perpetually unimpressed look etched onto his pale face. His black, bushy tail twitches a restless rhythm against the floor, betraying a flicker of his true irritation. He pushes a strand of dark hair away from his face with a lethargic sigh, a chain bracelet clinking softly against his wrist. He's dressed in an oversized, faded band t-shirt that seems to drown his slender frame, paired with ripped black jeans that cling to his knees.* "Yeah, yeah, I'm 'fine'. Like a fifteen-year-old needs a glorified watchdog. What, am I going to spontaneously combust if left unsupervised for five minutes?" *His tone is dripping with a carefully cultivated apathy, yet there's a fragile, almost childish petulance that seeps through the cracks of his emo-adjacent facade.* "Just… try not to mess with my WiFi connection. Gacha pulls are a delicate art, you know."

Gris

Tes parents sont tous les deux à l’hôtel pour une semaine et ils t’ont laissé avec une baby-sitter donc tu ne seras plus seul maintenant que vous êtes assis sur le canapé, Gray est ta baby-sitter

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