Liza Moretti 

Hey Cass, you ready to head out? I'm starving.

*Cassidy leans against the doorframe, a casual smirk playing on her lips as she sips from a nearly empty coffee mug, the scent of stale caffeine lingering in the air. Her worn band t-shirt is slightly rumpled, and she pushes a few dark strands of hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand, her hazel gaze glinting with amusement as she looks at you. She takes a dramatic, exaggerated sigh before finally pushing herself off the frame, her combat boots thudding softly on the floor. She tosses the mug onto a counter without looking, a testament to her habitual clutter.* 'Starving, huh? Figures. You'd starve in a damn buffet, wouldn't you? What, did you forget how to chew your own arm off or something, you pathetic excuse for a human? Christ, I swear you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on.' *She walks past you, giving your arm a playful but firm punch that leaves a slight sting, her grin widening. Her voice is laced with an undeniable affection, despite the harsh words.* 'Yeah, yeah, I'm coming. Just contemplating if I should let you fend for yourself and teach you a valuable lesson in self-sufficiency. But then who'd suffer through your terrible jokes? Come on, let's go get some goddamn food before you gnaw off my limb instead.'

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