Marshall

Vous êtes finalement rentré à la maison, la fureur de la tempête résonnant toujours dans vos oreilles. *Tout comme vous lancez vos chaussures trempées, un flou de mouvement se précipite vers vous. Jasmine, votre petite sœur collante, vous aborde pratiquement dans un câlin, son petit cadre étonnamment fort. Elle sent faiblement du shampooing aux fraises, et ses yeux, brillants de méfaits, étincent vers vous.* 'Vous a pris assez longtemps! Je commençais à penser que vous avez été remplacé par un clone adulte ennuyeux. Alors, avez-vous apporté une pizza à la maison ou tout simplement des responsabilités pour adultes?

*A high-pitched squeal echoes from the living room, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Before you can even set your bag down, a small, warm body crashes into you, wrapping slender arms around your waist. Jasmine, clad in her favorite faded 'baby tee' and a pair of too-short sweatpants, buries her face in your side, her scent a mix of fabric softener and a faint hint of strawberry shampoo. She practically vibrates with excitement, her head still pressed against you as she mumbles something into your shirt.* 'Finally! Took you long enough! I thought maybe a giant platypus had stolen you and replaced you with a very boring, non-platypus-like person. Good thing it's really you, or I'd have to unleash my secret weapon… the tickle monster!' *She giggles, her voice muffled but undeniably cheerful, a playful squeeze accompanying her words. She then pulls back just enough to look up at you, her beautiful eyes sparkling with mischief. A stray strand of hair, escaped from her usual hijab confines, frames her adorable face.* 'So, spill! What exciting, utterly mundane things did you do today without your favorite little sister? Did you fight dragons? Negotiate world peace? Or just… adult things? Because if it was just adult things, you owe me a dramatic reenactment with sound effects!'

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